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Shingeki no Kyojin Demon AU (Part 1) (x female reader)

You’re a young graduate working long hours at a bistro and doing food deliveries. Little did you expect your life to get entangled with the leading figures of the largest conglomerates in the world. Or a thousand-year-old demon clan war.

Part 1 / ?

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“Tch,” Levi tuts in distaste as his gaze wanders across the empty pantry shelves. “There’s no tea, Erwin. You have a 50 million-dollar home, but no damn tea.” He shuts the sleek cabinet doors brusquely, giving a side-eye at the blond reclining on a lush sofa in the living room. Behind him, large down-to-floor Fleetwood doors open into an expansive backyard, where the soft lights of the infinity pool and the pool house stand out against the night sky and the rolling hills of Paradis beyond. 

“There’s no coffee either,” a loud voice calls from the corridor, “Just rows and rows of expensive alcohol. Talk about an upgrade... Ahhhh and I’m getting hungry too...” Levi turns to see Hange return from the wine cellar, looking equal parts fascinated and frustrated with the home. 

“Sorry about that. I only just moved in proper, so I only have the essentials - Miche, glad you could make it,” Erwin breaks of mid-sentence and nods to greet the brown-haired man entering the living room. 

“I saw off Nanaba with the rest outside. For a meeting this late at night... this must be something big, Erwin,” Miche glances around the room, his body tense with concern.

“I’m afraid it is. We need to get used to more meetings like this. It seems they are moving again,” Erwin leans forward, tenting his fingers. Levi moves to sit on a nearby couch, his brows furrowed and arms crossed, clearly annoyed. “If we’re going to be up all night, we’re going to need tea.”

Hange sighs in acknowledgement, before running out onto the patio, yelling. “Moblit!! We need tea, coffee and decent hot food. Anything that can deliver at this hour, and fast!” As she rounds back into the house, the scurrying of footsteps and the softer response of “Ryoukai! (trans: Roger!)” is heard immediately.

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“Change the channel will ya!” your uncle shouts from the kitchen as the blare of heavy metal rock screams from the old, wall-mounted television.

“Just a minute!” you yell back over the din, serving a customer’s plate of fish and chips before walking back to the bistro counter, scrambling for the remote. The screeching music stops as the screen switches to the standard Paradis News Channel, and you heave a sigh of relief. It is already close to midnight, and the bistro is occupied with only a handful of regulars who work the night shift nearby. But as the niece of Bruno’s Bistro, a cosy establishment and hidden gem of the Trost district, you had a reputation to uphold; there is no way you’d put your customers through that noise at this hour. 

A hand pushes a small plate of tacos towards you on the counter. “Supper,” says your uncle cheerily, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel round his neck, his eyes shining with quiet affection. He brings a second plate round for himself, tucking in straightaway, and you do the same. You know that even after all these years, he feels sorry. That he blames himself when you threw away the prospect of working a cushy, corporate job after graduation to help him run his bistro, toiling long hours till three in the morning every day. But you are happy to. It was your uncle Bruno who took you in as a child and looked after you since your parents’ untimely death many years ago. His wife had passed on earlier from an illness, and he was alone. So were you. And for the longest time, all you had was each other.  The main phone rings loudly from the kitchen, and Bruno walks over to answer it. You can’t make out the conversation, but you suppose it’s one of the bistro’s food suppliers.

“This is Ilse Langnar, and this is Paradis Nightly News. Today, Mitras Holdings announced a joint venture with SNK Group to develop the world’s largest shopping district in downtown of Paradis city. This marks Mitras’ third large scale project in Paradis, after the restoration of the Reiss chapel and the commissioning of a cutting-edge renewable energy plant in the eastern district. We hear more from its chairman on their string of successes -” You look up from your food at the flickering image on the television, as a stoic, charismatic man with blue eyes addresses a crowd of reporters on a podium. “What a different life,” you mutter to yourself, before turning your attention back to the tacos. The newscaster drones on. “In other news, Liberio Corp’s shares increased another 10% this week, cementing its standing as the most influential conglomerat-”

“Y/n!” Bruno’s voice interrupts suddenly, slamming the phone receiver down. “We got orders! Lots of them!”

“What? At this time?” You hurry and shove the last of the tacos into your mouth, wiping your hands of crumbs, before gathering your senses.

“We got half a dozen chicken and beef pastries each, 1 strong black, 1 mocha, 1 latte, 4 flat whites and 2 cups of our best tea. And it’s delivery,” recites Bruno. Your quick mind and experience from working through the busiest shifts already has you committing all the orders to memory and preparing the drinks on cue. Minutes later, you’re packing the orders neatly into the back of your motorbike, and strapping on your helmet.

You peer at the slip of paper with the delivery address scribbled over with Bruno’s messy handwriting.40 Ehrmich Drive... Damn. Isn’t that the wealthiest district in all of Paradis, just north of downtown? you wonder to yourself. Didn’t know rich people pulled all-nighters. Whoever was on the phone did promise to tip lavishly if you could deliver within the hour. Without hesitating, you step on the gas pedal.

You find yourself winding through the lanes of Ehrmich Drive, only passing by an intimidating front gate every two hundred meters or so. The houses here are huge. And so far apart that it is rather dark, save for the sporadic streetlights here and there. You come to a stop at a long steel gate, on the side of which the number 40 is engraved into the limestone wall. “Where’s the damn doorbell,” you mutter, looking around wildly but to no avail. You catch sight of some security cameras and wave to get its attention, but nothing happens. You groan. The person who called didn’t leave a contact number.  Here goes nothing, you think, resigning yourself to fate. You try the steel gate, and realize it slides open easily. So much for security. 

It’s a walk before you even reach the main house, a chic two-storeyed mansion sprawling across this vast acre of land. You are aware of your place when you catch sight of several luxury cars parked along the driveway, each looking more expensive than the last. You look back at your faded, worn sneakers on the gravel, feeling extremely out of place. Strangely, what appears to be a mammoth-sized glass front door doesn’t budge. Please just make my job easier, you grumble to yourself in frustration. Contemplating leaving the food on the hood of one of the cars, your turn back when you are drawn to sounds of distant conversation from around the patio. 

“In any case, the purebloods are moving in on Paradis,” you hear a familiar low, smooth voice. “They are certain that they’ll find what they’ve been looking for.”

Your mind whirls a little. Pureblood? What is that? Some kind of dog? 

Another deep voice chimes in. “Is this the reason for the venture with SNK? I thought we were supposed to be killing off -” Then silence. Killing?

Just as you are about to reach the corner, someone steps in front of you so fast you barely have any time to register. A man with cropped dark hair and even darker eyes blocks your way, dressed in a fitted black suit and a slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt. He’s a little shorter than you, but something about the intensity of his eyes, his stance with one hand resting on the wall and the other casually tucked into his pocket makes you feel incredibly uneasy. You feel your chest tighten, you mind blanking out as an indescribable fear washes over you -suddenly you’re thirteen again, running through the dark streets, breathless, desperate, running away from something - what? - and then cold, cold all over, feeling the shadows encroaching, creeping across your skin and reaching deep to clutch at your heart, squeezing the light out of you- You snap back to the present and feel yourself trembling, shrinking under his gaze. Your mouth runs dry and you struggle to form words, your feet frozen to the spot. Suddenly, the man takes a sharp intake of breath, his hand against the wall now balled into a fist, as if trying to maintain some semblance of control. His eyes narrow, scrutinising you.

“Who the fucking hell are-” he stops himself, glancing at the bag of drinks and food you’re holding. Then he yells, furious.  “Moblit!” 

Within seconds, a panicky-looking brunette appears from the side. “Take her through the front,” the black-haired man ordered.  You’re mindlessly ushered through the main door, which you realize is in fact unlocked. It seemed impossibly heavy earlier, yet the brunette in front of you swings it wide open with apparent ease. He leads you through the entry way into a informal dining area, passing by the living room along the way. You can feel a frightening atmosphere emanating from that direction, heightened by a pervasive and uncomfortable silence hanging throughout the house. Were you intruding upon something just now? You lift your gaze briefly, and what you see causes your back to stiffen, the hairs on your neck standing on end.  The shorter, dark-eyed man from moments ago leans against the open doorway leading out to the patio. On a couch nearby, a woman with dark brown ponytail and glasses looks over her shoulder, while next to her sits a man with light brown hair and emerald eyes. In the centre of the room, in a crisp blue dress shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, sits a man whose presence seems to be the electrifying point around which everything else seems rotate. Blond hair and icy blue eyes. It takes a second for you to realize who he is. And another to realize they are all looking dead straight at you. The next few minutes are a haze. The suffocating, overwhelming sensation returns, and you avert your eyes and set the delivery down on the table before your legs give out. The man called Moblit quickly hands you a fifty, apologizing and thanking you at the same time, before he sees you off. You heart thuds wildly in your chest. You can’t think, and you only vaguely feel your limbs clumsily half-running, making their way back down the driveway, across the wide lawn, past the gate and back onto your bike. It’s only then that you finally catch a breath. You hastily step on the gas pedal and take off into the early hours of the morning, still feeling the sharp and penetrating gazes burning into your back all the way home.  ---- Notes: This is my first attempt at a long running narrative, after falling so deep with snk recently. The canon status of many characters break my heart, and I wanted to write them into a world where they aren’t dying or dead. Not sure where this chapter will lead, but I have some mechanics of the world thought out, with hopefully more demon/power smut things coming in the later chapters. Please bear with my trashy trashy writing

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The only light we see (Lightskinted)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dfSFJ9

by HotPocketPuthy

This is a story about about Twigholight Sparkle, and her love for light skinned runners at equetstra high. She was sick and tired of being used for sex by the white men on the team, so she moved on to the colored. As she went on to her hjounrey, she meets shining armour, the most lightskinted 100/200m runner. She fell in love with his eyes, and his 31 second pr, and his ebiony chocolate tale.

BASED ON A TRUE STORY. WRITTEN BY AN ACTUAL LIGHTSKIN, SO DON'T BE OFFENDED. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED

Words: 579, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, 食戟のソーマ | Food Wars! Shokugeki no Soma, 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game), My Little Pony: Equestria Girls, 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Highschool DxD (Anime), Hunter X Hunter, Wizards of Waverly Place, Minecraft (Video Game), Hannah Montana (TV), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS, LOONA (Korea Band), Red Velvet (K-pop Band), BLACKPINK (Band), Video Blogging RPF, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Super Smash Brothers, Cookie Run (Video Game), Supernatural, Haikyuu!!, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Sherlock (TV), Doctor Who, Gossip Girl (TV 2007), Matryoshka - Hachi ft. GUMI and Hatsune Miku (Song), Vocaloid, The Owl House (Cartoon), Banana Fish (Anime & Manga), 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs, 巨星问鼎[重生] - 莫晨欢 | [Rebirth] Superstar Aspirations - Mo Chen Huan, Danny Phantom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Angst, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Modern Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Alternate Universe, Anal Sex, Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Shower Sex, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Interracial Relationship, Slow Build, Mental Health Issues, Slow Romance, Vaginal Sex, Cop Fetish, Sad, Drama, Romance

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3dfSFJ9

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by EllaBesmirched (El_Bell)

It was funny. No matter how many times Erwin saw him play, it always felt like the first. Family sitcoms and high school dramas and surly, PR nightmare interviews and radio single after radio single after can’t-play-it-on-the-radio single didn’t come even remotely close to the religious experience that was seeing Levi Ackerman play live.

Words: 7464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Erwin Smith, Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Bertolt Hoover

Relationships: Levi/Erwin Smith

Additional Tags: Musician Levi, Manager Erwin, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, on a paino, Modern AU

[snkmerchandise]

News: Weiss Schwarz Shingeki no Kyojin Booster Pack Vol. 2

Original Release Date: September 29th, 2017 Retail Price: 330 Yen + tax for pack of 8 cards; 6,600 Yen + tax for box of 20 packs of 8

Weiss Schwarz card game’s SnK booster Pack Volume 2 will come with some special rewards!

Each pack will include one of seven luxury foil cards, featuring a printed autograph of an SnK seiyuu (Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Levi, Hanji, Historia, or Sasha).

Buyers of entire boxes will receive one of four special PR cards.

Bushiroad store products will now include special Gold or Silver campaign tickets, which can be exchanged at the Bushiroad TCG Station for special card sleeves, such as the Chimi Chara visual with Colossal Titan, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin shown above!

[areigen]

tagged by @kishitan-iis​​ , @kurusuakiras​​ , and @sailorcinnamonroll thank you so muchhh!!!

rules: write your 10 favourite female characters from 10 different fandoms and tag 10 people

(adding pic bc i am Extra and also bc they are sO PR eTT Y)

my lovely amazing beautiful girls in no particular order:

kaede akamatsu (danganronpa v3) | chiaki nanami (danganronpa 2) | jaehee kang (mystic messenger) | akane kurashiki (zero escape) | five (zankyou no terror) | rem (re:zero) | sialeeds falenas (suikoden v) | sucy manbavaran (little witch academia) | nanaba (shingeki no kyojin) | minako aino / sailor venus (sailor moon)

and I tag anyone who wants to show some love for their fav ladies! ( ´ ヮ ` )ﾉ ♡

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Anime Fandoms Are Popular on AO3 If They’re New Enough

We’ve all heard that FFN is the place for anime fandoms and even that anime fans find AO3 unwelcoming. While I do remember some unfortunate PR errors early on, I think anime fandom behavior actually shows a different pattern: fandoms tend to establish themselves on whatever platform is popular when they get big. Once they’re established, they don’t tend to move.

The charts above show big anime/manga fandoms on AO3 and FFN, grouped by canon age. One shows all data; the other is zoomed in so you can see the smaller fandoms more clearly.

AO3 went into open beta at the end of 2009. It became popular circa 2010-2011.

What the data represent:

I looked at the anime/manga pages on FFN and AO3 and selected any fandom that had at least 1k works on either site. Combining the lists of big AO3 and FFN fandoms, removing things like the metatag for all CLAMP works but keeping things like Pokemon, I came up with a list of 147 fandoms to compare.

FFN rounds fic counts above 1k to the nearest hundred. AO3 allows works other than fic, but the numbers of such works is still very small.

Many of these fandoms have complex canons. I chose to look at the start date of the first TV anime series. (Exceptions: Angel Sanctuary: OVA; +Anima: manga; Hetalia: webcomic.)

(Most of the fic I'm looking at is in English. English-language fandoms have historically mostly gotten into a franchise via a TV anime adaptation rather than through the manga, a one-off animated movie, light novels, games, etc. English translations, even fan translations, tend to coincide more with the anime. Therefore, I felt that anime start date was a good approximation of when a fandom would have started getting popular and fic writers would have started looking for somewhere to post their fic.)

Overall observations:

AO3 had more total anime/manga fandoms than FFN, but AO3 also has metatags and cross-lists many fandoms that are primarily live action or a video game but that also have an anime/manga associated with them. FFN had 136 fandoms with 1k+ fics (really 135 because of a double listing). AO3 had 71 total, but only 55 if I took out metatags and games and other media. So FFN has many more active (or once-active) anime fandoms than AO3.

AO3 had approximately 434,000 fics, while FFN had over 1,996,000. So, in practical terms, the FFN anime section was about 5x the size of the AO3 one.

What are the big fandoms?

FFN:

Naruto (410K)

Hetalia - Axis Powers (120K)

Inuyasha (117K)

Bleach (83.7K)

Pokemon

Yu-Gi-Oh (66.8K)

Fairy Tail (60.3K)

Dragon Ball Z (49.5K)

Fullmetal Alchemist (48.1K)

Digimon (45K)

Sailor Moon (42K)

Gundam Wing/AC (41.6K)

One Piece (37.1K)

Death Note (35.2K)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (33.6K)

Card Captor Sakura (26.4K)

Yu Yu Hakusho (24.8K)

Shingeki no Kyojin/進撃の巨人 (20.5K)/Attack on Titan/進撃の巨人 (4.1K)

Kuroko no Basuke/黒子のバスケ (24.4K)

Prince of Tennis (23.8K)

Ouran High School Host Club (22.1K)

Kuroshitsuji (21.1K)

Soul Eater (20.7K)

AO3:

Haikyu (32.8K)

Attack on Titan (32.3K)

Hetalia (21.9K)

Naruto (21K)

Kuroko no Basuke (15.7K)

Free! - Iwatobi Swim Club (14K)

Yuri!!! on Ice (10.4K)

Fullmetal Alchemist (10.2K)

Bleach (8.9K)

Miraculous Ladybug (8.3K)

One Piece (8.1K)

Pokemon (7.9K)

RWBY (6K)

Katekyo Hitman Reborn! (6K)

Fairy Tail (5.6K)

Kuroshitsuji (5.4K)

Tokyo Ghoul (5.3K)

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure (5K)

(Yeah, Miraculous Ladybug and RWBY aren’t Japanese, but they’re in the AO3 anime/manga section. *shrug*)

Conclusion:

FFN has 5x the anime fic AO3 does and is home to the current megafandoms, all of which are based on older media. Newer anime fandoms are often as big on AO3 or bigger, but their total size is still nothing compared to the big FFN fandoms like Naruto, Hetalia, Inuyasha, and Bleach.

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Shingeki no Kyojin The Final Season SPECIAL EVENT

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