Dysphoria And Cuddles (Trans!Ezekiel Drabble)

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Has anyone ever considered the fact that Jacob probably has fans? Like, the way he geeked out over Professor Bancroft before he realised the guy was a prick? There’s probably students that geek out over him the same way. And there’s no way that at least one kid hasn’t figured out that Oliver Thompson is Jacob Stone, and all the other aliases, too. Have you seen his sentence structure? His grasp of language? There can’t be this many bastards with these writing skills and insights, no way.

Just imagine. Another case at a university somewhere (frat boys doing something stupid with a grimoire, no doubt) and he introduces himself to another professor, snooping around casual as hell, and nearly jumps out of his skin when a student staying behind to make up an extra credit assignment screeches like a pterodactyl and falls out of their desk. And then he’s got a kid, practically vibrating from excitement and Red Bull, standing in front of him and just freaking the fuck out because oh my God, you’re Jacob Thompson, I mean Oliver Stone, I mean, fuck me, it’s you, I love your work, I have your book, can you sign my notebook because my friends aren’t gonna believe this, your work on Mesoamerican art is the inspiration for my term paper, oh my God, it’s really you.

Three hours later, Eve and the other LITs are wondering where the hell Jacob is, was he kidnapped by the frat boys or something? They all go looking for him and find him sitting on the grass in the quad, surrounded by no less than thirty-five students of varying majors that are hanging on his every word and are half in love with him already since he is the hottest professor they’ve seen on this campus, but that’s just a bonus at this point because he is a genuinely nice guy. He takes their opinions seriously and answers their questions like they are actual goddamn adults and treats them with some respect, what the fuck, he’s like a cryptid. 

When Jacob finally has to leave, the students almost cry to see him go, but he promises that he’ll come back in a day or two, and yes, he will absolutely read over the upperclassmen’s thesis papers. At least fifteen students have his book, creased and dog-eared and bookmarked in half a dozen places with pieces of neon sticky notes, and he signs every single one, not to mention plenty of notebooks and binders. Someone wrangles a passerby into taking a group photo, a copy of which is sent to everyone there, including him.

When he gets back to the Annex, everyone teases him for forgetting he was actually there on a case, but hell if he cares. He’s walking on air right now, the Validation is Real, and nobody’s bringing him down. To those kids, he is everything he wanted growing up, trying to learn everything on his own, and he is living for it.

(TL;DR: Jacob is absolutely a rockstar in the academic world, and he 100% has fanboys and fangirls who collect his work and moon over him.)

I need more Jazekiel content in my life. Would you mind doing a one shot with Ezekiel being badly injured after a job and Jacob basically nursing him back to health?

Hello, I would love to! Hope you enjoy!

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Christian Kane

Bad Jokes 2/?

Ezekiel: What do you call a snake who studies past events?

Jacob: Don’t you say it. Do not.

Ezekiel: A hiss-torian.

Jacob: Oh my fucking God.

The Librarians Periscope Live

Since I can’t watch UPtv because I live outside the US (not salty about that, not at all), I’ve watched the Live on Periscope that was supposed to be on Facebook, but Facebook was dead, so here’s what happened:

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The New Guardian (Part 1; Librarian!Ezekiel)

Ezekiel remembered the day he became the librarian. He was maybe, fourteen or fifteen. He remembered the day he was assigned his first guardian. Eve was kind-hearted and practically his mum.

He also remembered the day she died. Stabbed by Dulaque as they tried to mend the Loom of time. He remembered mourning for days.

Ezekiel sat at a desk in the Library, when a man with a plaid shirt came strolling in with a white envelope and Charlene in tow. She seemed flustered with this man. Ezekiel stood, grumbling. 

Already he had a new guardian? Wasn’t he allowed some time to mourn his old one?

“It seems you have a new guardian,” Charlene said, sounding unnamused.

“We just lost Eve,” Ezekiel shouted, yelling up to the ceiling. “You couldn’t wait?”

“What’s he doing?”  the man asked, turning to Charlene.

“Talking to the Library,” she answered.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because I’m upset I’m stuck with you until one of us dies. Most likely me, but I went ten years with my former Guardian. It’ll probably be you before me.” Ezekiel says. “What kind of training have you had?”

“Training?” the guy asked, southern accent coming through in his speech.

“Like fighting training. Have you had any?” Ezekiel was becoming annoyed. Not to mention he wasn’t a fan of the accent, either.

“Uh... i mean, I get into bar brawls a lot. But I always come up on top.”

Ezekiel rolled his eyes. “Right, well, I’ve got work to do.”

“I’m Jacob, by the way,” the man said, ignoring Ezekiel’s last statement.

Ezekiel stared at him for a moment before grabbing his books and scampering off to his office.

Jacob sighed and looked at Charlene. “Get use to the layout of the place. He’ll come find you for a mission. or if he wants to talk.”

Jacob nodded and looked around as he wandered off to get use to the place that would be his new home. He was glad to be out of Oklahoma. away from his dad.

Ezekiel found Jacob studying in the Annex. Jenkins seemed to enjoy the company, though it was silent. The southerner seemed to be enjoying the book.

“What are you reading?” Ezekiel asked, sitting down across from Jacob. What was the harm in getting to know his new Guardian.

“Stephen Hawking’s last work,” Jacob said, looking up at the Librarian. “‘Soft Hair on Black Holes.” 

Ezekiel stared at him, eyebrows raised. “Uh...”

“You haven’t read it?” Jacob asked, sounding astounded.

“Well, I haven’t had the time to. I’m always off finding some artifact, or trying to save the world. I really don’t have time for reading,” Ezekiel shrugged.

“Well, when you do get the chance to read it, it’s a great read and I think you’d enjoy it.”

“I’m probably too dumb to understand it,” Ezekiel said, shrugging a bit.

“You’re the librarian,” Jacob said, smiling and looking up at him in the eyes. “Give yourself some credit.”

Ezekiel’s cheeks heat up slightly. “Well, I’m not a strong reader. Dyslexia.”

“Well, I can help you.”

The clippings book freaked out besides them.

“Duty calls,” Ezekiel said, standing. “Maybe later.”

~TBC~

Sometimes things just happen perfectly.

Request: how about Jake getting Zeke a pet

This was not how Jacob thought he and Ezekiel would get a pet. He expected to go to a shelter and pick one out. He did not expect to be on a mission and a kitten would end up in their clutches.

“Maybe it’s lost,” Jacob said to Ezekiel who was cooing to the small ball of fluff while sitting on Jacob’s desk 

Jacob had had a plan. He wanted a puppy. And while they were picking out the puppy, we wanted to spring the question on Ezekiel. This was not part of his plan.

Ezekiel looked up at Jacob with the most heart-broken expression. “What if it’s not?”

“Well...” He hung his head again. He was trapped. “Let’s hang flyers. If no one calls, we can keep it. But I ain’t cleanin’ it’s litter box.”

Ezekiel grinned brightly at Jacob. “Oh, thank you, love,” he gasps, getting up and hugging Jacob.

“Its no problem, darling.”

It was a big problem. This kitten was the thing they’d been looking for the night they’d gone for the mission.

“Its a what?” Eve asked, looking at the kitten, well, cub, as Ezekiel played with it.

“A nemean lion cub,” Jacob said. “In Greek mythology, it’s fur was indestructible. Hercules used it’s pelt as shawl to protect himself from the monsters.”

“This kitten was causing the mischief?” Ezekiel asked, looking up at Jacob. He seemed really upset that he had to give up the kitten.

“No,” Jenkins said. “That was his mom looking for her cub.”

Jacob bit his lip. 

“And by taking him, there’s even more and that’s why the clippings book is mad a us?” Cassandra asked.

“Precisely, Miss Cillian,” Jenkins said. “Now, I suggest bringing back the cub now to save from any further damage.”

Ezekiel had disappeared, the nemean cub left on Eve’s desk.

“You guys go on without me and Jones,” Jacob told them, leaving the other three behind.

Jacob grinned as he pulled Ezekiel through the back door. It was a couple days after the team had returned the cub to it’s mother and put it in the magical creature room in the library.

“Where are we going, love?” Ezekiel questioned, hands intertwined together.

“You’ll see,” Jacob told him, grin coming through into his voice.

He wished he got Ezekiel’s expression on camera when he heard the yapping of dogs and puppies, but it’d always be in his mind.

“Lets pick one out,” he suggested to Ezekiel. “Give it the loving home it deserves.”

Jacob’s free hand pressed against the velvet box in his pocket.

Ezekiel let go of Jacob and looked into the different cages of all of the dogs and came across the biggest one. His eyes widened and his heart melted at the sight of the Saint Bernard named Parker.

“This one, eh?” one of the pound workers inquired. “He’s had his fair share of abuse and abandonment.”

“Jacob, we need this one,” Ezekiel said, looking at his partner. His eyes had the doeiness again in them and Jacob knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. How could he to an animal that needed help.

“Can we go into the kennel with him?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah. Take your time. Let him warm up to you before you decide to take him home.”

It didn’t take long for Parker to warm up to them. He was easy to trust, like Jacob, but also held back, like Ezekiel. Both men fell in love.

“Ezekiel, I... I want to ask you something,” Jacob said, suddenly nervous. “For the past two years we’ve been together, you continuously rock my world. You are the love of my life and I’m happy I never showed up for the librarian job and we met when we did.”

Jacob dropped to one knee.

“What are you doing you wanker?” Ezekiel asked, a blush coming to his cheeks. 

Parker’s head tilted to the side with a slight whine.

“Will you marry me, Ezekiel Jones?” Jacob asked, finishing his proposal.

Ezekiel launched himself at Jacob and wrapped his arms and legs around him. He kissed him passionately. “I will. I will marry you, Jacob Stone.”

They went home with a ring around one finger and with a giant, furry, drooling dog. Ezekiel was mad he hadn’t been able to ask first, though. The dog made up for it.

Person A: Bro, do you wanna have a bromance?

Person B: I would, but bro… I think of us as more than bros.

Person A: Go on…

Person B: Bro, I have wanna have a bromance where the b is silent.

Person A: Bro… I want that too

Person B: Really, bro?

Person A: Yeah, bro. Really.

Person B: You’ve made me the happiest bro on the planet, bro.