#sheithsecretsanta

This is my Sheith SecretSanta gift for @stardustsheith

Hope you had a delightuf hollyday season and a great New Year! (sorry for the delay!). Hope you like your Galra!Sheith training and cuddleling <3

And thanks @sheithsecretsanta for all the hard work for this event.

happy holidays and happy new year to @queenrojpag !! I hope that you’re having a lovely winter <3

your altean!shiro and galra!keith au is so cute i just had to draw for it ToT

thank you to @sheithsecretsanta for hosting this amazing event!!

This is my Sheith Secret Santa gift for #68 Anon 3!! No idea who you are, but I sure hope you like your gift!! :D You requested something cuddly, like the two cuddled up in bed or similar. Hope this is cuddly enough!! ;)

Sheith | G | 1.2K | Secret Relationship, Crushes, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Domestic Fluff

My gift to Rita (abyssiniana on Twitter) for the @sheithsecretsanta event. Hope you like it!!

As they walk out into the hallway of the Garrison, Shiro casually asks, “there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight and I was thinking of heading back to the desert shack to check it out. You wanna come with?”

“Yes.” Keith almost replies immediately and at full volume with the intensity of his excitement. “I mean... yeah, sure. That would be fun.”

“It’s a date, then,” Shiro says before they part ways.

If only, Keith thinks to himself, half in longing and half in gratefulness that he actually gets to spend some time alone with Shiro. He knows Shiro may never feel the same way about him and may never even know about his feelings for him, and truthfully, he doesn’t even know how to break it to him.

The butterflies he gets from being with Shiro never really leave, even when he’s actually together with him. They flutter around in his stomach with enough energy and adrenalin to fuel his love even further.

20k | one shot | ABO dynamics | fantasy AU | rating: Explicit

"Nothing makes Keith more miserable than winter weather and Shiro well knows that, yet he still takes him along on a mission that leads the two all the way into the mountains, where snow is as permanent an occurrence as sand is in the desert Keith grew up in. Shiro has given Keith his blanket to use as a second cloak but he’s still freezing, his horse trailing behind Shiro’s black stallion as they climb the path along the Balmera’s Spine. “The pass should be a quintant’s journey from here,” Shiro says cheerfully as he notices a landmark stone Keith would have missed without him since it’s just a boulder like any other, the markings almost faded in the unforgiving conditions. “It better be,” Keith mutters, wrapping the warm blanket tighter around himself and nuzzling a little into its wool, Shiro’s scent still lingering on it."

read on ao3

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—

Merry Christmas Sheithmas and a Happy New Year @zjofierose!!! Sorry that I’m a little late on your gift for the @sheithsecretsanta exchange but...better late than never, right? Hah, I hope you like it!!! ^-^