STONE LIONS

spicyshimmy:

BIG BIG WORLD - a sequel mixtape set after temporary directions, a breakup fic 01 - emilia, big big world 02 - passenger, feather on the clyde 03 - bon iver, i can’t make you love me 04 - marina and the diamonds, state of dreaming 05 - city and colour, northern wind 06 - passenger, let her go 07 - luluc, one day soon 08 - rachael yamagata, actually done 09 - little daylight, overdose 10 - birdy, young blood 11 - the lumineers, dead sea 12 - ellie goulding, your song 13 - sam palladio and clare bowen, when the right one comes along 14 - boy least likely to, the one that i want 15 - lana del rey, young & beautiful (myndset remix) 16 - marina and the diamonds, i am not a robot (clock opera remix) 17 - lena, stardust DOWNLOAD @ DROPBOX (download includes art by stonelions, ficlets, mp3s)

good morning here’s this thing

Shepard has a lot of close calls and Kaidan can’t be stoic all the time.

I have this sense that Shepard would be in and out of hospitals a lot for the first couple years after the war, either for procedures or just because he was susceptible to every little thing. Kaidan would of course be there at his bedside with his waiting room stubble and some really bad coffee and probably a sandwich.   

p sure kaidan just wants you to take your clothes off and come back to bed, shep.

oops my hand slip p e d …… ………………… … 

spicyshimmy:

SO STONELIONS MADE THIS AND SENT IT MY WAY and now i’m listening to the star wars soundtrack and basically i’m in heaven.

Kaidan Alenko was a Jedi. His father was a Jedi. And his grandfather had been a Jedi, and his father before him. When he was a youngling he’d even thought there were as many Jedi with the name Alenko as there were swamp slugs in the Dagobah system.

Or as many scars on John Shepard’s face.

Or as many lies as John Shepard told in a single day.

‘You know, they call me Skywalker,’ Shepard said.

‘No one calls you Skywalker,’ Kaidan replied.

‘Maybe not, but they could,’ Shepard said, tossing Kaidan a helmet. ‘Now buckle up, master, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride.’

*

When Shepard started calling him princess, Kaidan realized he preferred being called master. Hindsight had perspective the present lacked—a lesson only learned ‘the hard way,’ taught by ‘hard people.’

Hard people like Shepard.

…Who made Kaidan feel like he needed to meditate, but also made meditation impossible. These were the contradictions Kaidan’s master had prepared him for—like an uncharted asteroid field at the end of a hyperspeed jump.

*

The humidity in the Dagobah system made Kaidan’s hair do some crazy things.

‘Don’t say it,’ Kaidan said.

Shepard held up his hands, palms forward, blaster scarred fingers and swollen knuckles. ‘Silent as… Well, as the Silent,’ Shepard replied.

*

‘Too bad you’re too old to be a padawan,’ Shepard said.

But Kaidan didn’t need a braid for Shepard to pull.

*

Shepard, on the other hand, was too old to be a padawan. Too old for a lot of things, but that didn’t seem to slow him down. And the Force was strong with him; Kaidan had felt it during their first daring escape mission and by their third, it had already become familiar. He’d come to expect it.

‘He will be an asset to the rebellion,’ Master Anderson said. Then, after a pause, he added, ‘…Though it may be difficult to believe it now.’

Difficult was an understatement. The whole thing was bound to be an uphill battle. Kaidan could just see it now.

Use the Force, Shepard, he’d say, and Shepard would use his blaster instead.

Kaidan bowed his head. ‘Yes, Master,’ he replied. 

“Before you ask, princess, there’s no blaster in my pocket. I’m just happy to see you.” 

“Please don’t.” 

or something like that idk

spicyshimmy:

GREENSTICK FRACTURE, space husbands fic, 6000~ words, mshenko, vancouver space family. david’s the youngest of two; kaidan’s always been his favorite dad. but he and shepard bond when david gets hurt trying to keep up with his big sister ashley, and shepard wears dad plaid for a while. also, the dog’s name is mako. this whole thing is entirely stonelions’ brainchild. i just helped a little. 

Shepard was feeling confident about not burning the grilled cheese sandwiches he’d decided to make for lunch. 

It was supposed to be easy. When Kaidan did it, it was. You put some butter on two slices of bread and you put cheese between them and flopped the whole thing into a hot pan for a while, and tada. Grilled cheese sandwiches. The kids loved them and so did Shepard, but whenever he tried to do it they tended to come out a little blackened. 

“If you didn’t wander off to answer messages while you were cooking, you might get better results,” Kaidan said to him the last time. “Just…a thought,” he’d added while he opened all the kitchen windows to let the smoke out. 

Even Mako had refused the end product of Shepard’s efforts that day. “Well fine,” he’d said. “I save the galaxy and this is the thanks I get, huh?” The dog licked her wet nose and walked away.

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On a bit of a dad and bab bender here I guess. <3

spicyshimmy:

teens in the future. art by stonelions. shepard gives kaidan some grief and he goes a little gray. but that’s in the past. cuddles are in the now. 

Shepard doesn’t touch that gray streak. It’s off limits. It’s the one part of Kaidan that is, when even the small of his back and the backs of his thighs and the insides of his knees and the slant of his hips aren’t in the night, warm under the covers. The fever he lives. The fever Shepard keeps trying to catch, catching when he doesn’t try.

That’s the way it goes.

‘Shepard,’ Kaidan says.

Shepard flexes his toes, one of them popping. He knows the gray streak’s there because he isn’t looking at it. Somewhere between twenty-nine and thirty they stopped blaming each other for the marks they left and the changes they made and realized they’d grown up together. Who they were, for better or worse.

In sickness. In health.

In drugstore socks.

‘Yeah?’ Shepard asks.

Kaidan rubs the top of Shepard’s foot with the arch of his own, nudging his ankle. He’s asking about those drugstore socks, why Shepard isn’t wearing the warm pair Kaidan got him for Christmas, but those socks are special, meant for more than a hole in the heel after snagging them on a loose nail. Which is the fate all socks suffer, if they aren’t lost in the laundry first.

But what Kaidan really means is—

‘How’d we get here, anyway? Messed up kid that I was—’

‘Hey,’ Shepard says. ‘Don’t take all the credit. You weren’t the only one.’

‘That’s what I’m saying.’ Kaidan’s streak of gray falls on the other side of his forehead from where his hair tickles Shepard’s skin. Even on the nights when Shepard stares at the ceiling and thinks about crawling inside of love, about eating it whole or letting it eat him, hard for Kaidan the way he was when he was sixteen and even stupider, hiding the evidence under one of the Alenko’s foreign entities, the throw pillow—even then, he gets where it is and why it has to be there. Separate from him, even though he’s the one who caused it. ‘I mean, Shepard, I would’ve thought for sure that you’d have at least one ticket for reckless driving.’

He’s not that bad. Kaidan’s hand is over his chest, on his heart.

‘Hey,’ Shepard says. ‘You want some ice cream?’

Maybe they could even get some with a swirl to match the gray streak, yeah, but also the tangle of their legs locked together in the night. 

Shepard really though those socks are ridiculous.