Shiro Doing Push Ups Because Uhhh Why Not

Shiro doing push ups because uhhh why not

I want to write a post-canon sheith fic where Atlas Shiro and BOM Keith both disappear, leaving the rest of their teams scrambling over the mystery and relearning how to work together.

1. 

Maybe they are stranded somewhere, hurt/comfort, wrestling with feelings and huddling for warmth. The years they’ve grown apart melt away, but there’s still healing to be done. 

2. 

Maybe wherever they are captive, they’re living out a false life (something simulated, magical or drug-induced). Brought back to a memory of a time before they drifted apart (s7), they’re living it over and choosing a different path. When they get rescued, they have to square the lives they re-lived with the ones they return to. 

3. 

Maybe they’ve both lost their memories and don’t know where they are. They don’t remember their own names, let alone each other’s names or their shared past, but decide they ought to work together to get out of this mess. Stripped of everything that divides them and everything that would seem to connect them, they still drift toward an inevitable collision, drawn by feelings they can’t explain.

... I’m leaning toward option 3?

Some of you have never been that kid that was always reading books and now people still think you read literature but you’ve just been reading the same plot of a blonde and brunette falling in love for five years and it shows

Always one of my favorites

Writing Iverson as a father figure in To Be Vulnerable

My parents were neither great nor terrible. They both had good moments, and both had moments when they sucked. Overall, they were average people with their own baggage, doing an average job of raising kids.

But traditionally, in our sexist society, mothers are viewed as the more nurturing, present, dedicated parents; the heart of their families. In my family, it was the opposite. My dad was far more involved, available, and caring than my mom.

The first chapter of To Be Vulnerable was posted two months after my dad died.

I didn’t set out to write Iverson as a tribute to my dad, and I still don’t think of him as such. There aren’t many similarities between them, and I plan to keep it that way.

What I did set out to do was write a father figure who was believable as a parent, as the primary source of parental love and affection and support. That had been my experience with parents, and I wanted it to be a more visible experience, even if seen through the eyes of fictional characters.

Iverson was still essentially himself: no bullshit, entirely straightforward, with a little (or a lot) of fumbling in personal matters. A little rigid in some ways. But he cared. He gave a shit, and he tried to be the best parent he could be, just like he tried to be the best he could be in other areas of his life.

This worked especially well with Keith, who was already established in canon as having been raised by a single dad before his dad’s death. He would be well primed to accept a male figure as a parent, probably more easily than he would accept a female figure.

And the reader response to Dad Iverson has been pretty huge. <3

Feel free to share any of your thoughts on Iverson in the comments!

Captive prince AU, where Shiro is the prisoner in a strange land and Keith is his bratty, cold princeling master with a molten core and abuse in his past.