An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing/Characters: Sheith; Shiro, Keith, all the others
Rating: E; blood, violence, light gore, light body horror—basically everything you would expect from Bloodborne. Size difference, body worship, some nipple play, marking.
Word Count: 80k
Notes: this was written for the @sheithsecretsanta exchange, written for @the-wenzel. I am horribly late but I was able to finish this. It took forever to write and I was constantly working to get it finished. There’s a lot of notes, so it’s best to read it through the link.
Summary: Shiro is a disgraced knight, his homeland destroyed by a vengeful covenant of hunters and cursed with a metal arm of forbidden arcane magic, finds himself in the aid of a famous, but lone hunter named Keith, the Crow, who is reluctant to help Shiro discover what his arm truly is.
This is going to be the last thing that Shiro looks upon.
There is the sky, there are the clouds that are clustered together, leaving no visible parts of the sky for anyone to discern, with their hues of soft warm colors with the edges that are sharpened with a blue-tinted purple, the mass of it swirling together, crowding the sky. There’s a sunset’s tone grazing against the back of it that suggest sunset is upon him. The thick of the clouds prove too great for sunlight to truly pierce the bottom of the clouds, and instead, leave the clouds highlighted.
There’s a glaze in Shiro’s eyes, his eyelids are drooping; slow, laconic blinks that become longer, lengthening their frequency in between. There’s fire in his lungs, threatens to disintegrate the inside his chest, to burn away at his ribs, incinerate his heart. There’s a heavy, dragging weight against Shiro’s chest, on his legs, in his arms, twining around his flesh and nerves and thickening his blood in ways that would alarm Shiro, would force him to seek out a local doctor or healer of some kind, but—