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Dysphoria and Cuddles (Trans!Ezekiel Drabble)

Ezekiel always got dysphoric when he was on his period. He only got his period when he forgot his hormone treatment. Which he forgot to do a lot.

It wasn’t like it was his fault he forgot to take his testosterone. He was a forgetful guy. But also he had Jacob to remind him. But Jacob had been busy and now Ezekiel was in this predicament.

He laid in his bed miserably, curled up as it felt like his stomach was stabbing itself. He felt like his hold body was under attack by some unknown force.

There was a knock on the door, then Jacob revealed himself with a heating pad and some painkillers, but also the greasy food Ezekiel loved to eat whenever he was unfortunate enough to fall under the crimson tides.

“Hey, baby,” Jacob said softly. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like my stomach is stabbing itself,” Ezekiel bit back a bit more venomously than he meant, but Jacob seemed unphased.

That’ll happen when you grow up with seven little sisters. Each one was a demon on her time of the month Jacob had told Ezekiel around the time they started dating and Ezekiel had his first one while they were together.

“Right, sorry, Hun,” he said, sitting on the bed and setting down the survival essentials. “I got you some pain killers and a heating pad. But also a cheeseburger for when you’re hungry.”

“I’m not hungry,” Ezekiel said, though the smell of the burger -and probably fries- smelt amazing and made his stomach growl.

“You sure about that?” Jacob asked, smiling in ammusment.

“I already feel fat and that fat-causer isn’t going to help,” Ezekiel muttered bitterly.

“Awe, sweetheart, it’s just bloating. It’s natural for what you’re going through,” Jacob said, shaking the bag as an offering.

Ezekiel was quiet for a moment before he sat up and snatched the bag, rummaging through it with mock abandon. After a moment, he pulled the burger out and tore into it, mumbling a thank you.

“When you’re done, you can take some pain killers and I can help you take your shot, then you can take a shower, or you can shower and then I can help you with your shot,” Jacob suggested, kicking his boots off and moving to wrap his arms around Ezekiel.

“Don’t touch me. I’m fine. I don’t want to be touched,” Ezekiel snapped, moving away from Jacob.

“Alright, that’s fine. I’m sorry,” he raised his hands in surrender.

“How do you love me still when I talk to you so rudely?” The Australian asked, looking over at Jacob with curiosity. But also a bit of confusion.

“Because I know I’m overstepping and I know I’m being overbearing,” the southerner admitted. “And I apologize for that. I know any other time, you’d return my affections, but right now, you have a right to be snappish and I accept that. I still love you because that’s a part of who you are. Do you understand that?”

Ezekiel was still for a moment as he paused eating. “I- uh... I think so...”

He resumed eating, murmuring to himself about being stupid and that Jacob would always love him.

“Alright darlin’,” Jacob said. “When you’re finished, you tell me what you want to do. Shot then shower, or shower then shot.”

Ezekiel shoved the wrapper into the bag and munched on a couple fries.

“I want to shower,” Ezekiel said. “I feel dirty and gross and I just need to shower.”

Jacob nodded. “Alright. I’ll get you some clothes and a warm towel and some products from CVS. You like the ones with wings, right?”

Ezekiel nodded. “I think I still have some from last time.”

“Alright, well, just let me know if you need anything, okay?” Jacob asked.

He nodded again before getting up and wandering towards the bathroom to shower. He grabbed a towel on his way and locked the door behind him.

Jacob gathered clothes for Ezekiel and waited for him.

“You can come in now.” He heard the door unlock.

Jacob stepped in and handed Ezekiel the clothes. He noticed how Ezekiel avoided eye-contact with Jacob; and with himself. He didn’t look at himself as he got dressed. he looked away as he changed his pad.

“You want your shot now?” Jacob asked.

Ezekiel nodded and pulled his pants down a bit so it’s be easier for Jacob to administer the shot. He sat on the toilet as Jacob readied the needle.

Jacob stuck him quickly, then applied a small band-aid to it.

“Do you want to cuddle?” Jake asked softly, reacing for one of Ezekiel’s hands.

The Australian nodded, rubbing his eyes a bit and taking Jacob’s hand. “Yes please.”

Ezekiel laid with his back against Jacob’s torso. The other had his arms wrapped around his body with his warm hands pressed against his lower abdominals.

They were both asleep and comfortable. It wasn’t their ideal way to spend a day, but they wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.

The Best Kind of Medicine

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by StarrySkies282

Ezekiel has a cold and the other Librarians come to the rescue

Words: 1050, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Librarians (TV 2014)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Ezekiel Jones, Cassandra Cillian, Jacob “Jake” Stone, Eve Baird

Additional Tags: Fluff, Ezekiel has a cold, Tea, i also had a cold when I wrote this, These Three Idiots

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Written in the Stones (Leverage Crossover)

Prompt: Jacob thinks that his twin brother, Eliot, is dead but Ezekiel knows the truth. And, the truth may ruin their relationship... forever.

Jacob was feeling down. He always felt down this time of year. It was around the time where he and his dad got the message that Eliot had died while in service.

Ezekiel curled up to his cowboy, head on his chest as he stared up at Jacob. He watched as Jacob stared blankly at the ceiling. He frowned a bit, his stomach twisting.

He knew the truth about Eliot. He’d run into the long-haired male while trying to steal the same thing. He remembered those misty, blue eyes as he faded into unconsciousness after being stabbed.

“Are you okay?” Ezekiel asked Jacob.

“Yeah. I’m fine, darlin’,” Jacob told him softly, wrapping an arms around Ezekiel’s smaller frame.

Ezekiel moved closer to him, nuzzling his shoulder a bit. “What are you thinking about?”

Jacob was quiet for a moment. Did he want to tell Ezekiel about having a dead twin brother? A little bit.

“I’m just... thinking about home,” Jacob finally announced softly.

“You hate home, love.”

“I’m thinking about my past. Not specifically my dad.”

Ezekiel sat up, hugging himself for a moment. He jumped when Jacob wrapped his arms around him.

“Your brother is alive,” Ezekiel blurted, covering his mouth and hugging himself again when Jacob recoiled from Ezekiel as if he’d been burnt.

“You’re lying.”

“I don’t lie, Jacob. I would never lie about this.”

“You’re lying. I was told he was dead by the US army,” Jacob said, standing and towering over Ezekiel, threateningly. ”He’s dead.”

“They never found a body,” Ezekiel said. “Right? Usually they’ll find a body, but they didn’t, did they? Explain that, Jacob.”

Jacob sputtered for a moment. “I think you should go.”

Ezekiel looked up at him with large, hurt eyes. All he saw was cold, unforgiving ones. He left as requested. He gave Jacob one last glance before exiting the room.

“Idiot,” Ezekiel cursed to himself. “I’m such a bloody idiot.”

He was packing a bag. He was going off to find Eliot. He wanted to give his... ex boyfriend closure.

He shouldered the backpack and took a deep breath. He walked into the annex and looked up at Jenkins for a moment before looking down. “You and Mr. Stone have a bit of a falling out?”

“Kind of,” Ezekiel said before explaining the entire ordeal to the caretaker.

“I see... You are going off to find Mr. Stone’s long lost brother.”

“I’m telling the truth, Jenkins. I am. I don’t lie. I may be a thief, but I don’t lie,” Ezekiel said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I have to do this or... Or Jacob will never be able to trust me ever again.”

“Where do you need to go, Mr. Jones?” Jenkins said, moving towards the globe. “I will cover for you.”

“Boston. I need to go to Boston,” Ezekiel said,

He’d been up the entire night running searching for Eliot and he’d found him in Boston, but that was all he’d gotten.

“I need a more specific location, Mr. Jones,” Jenkins drawled.

“McRory’s bar,” Ezekiel decided. It was one of his favorite bars.

“Very well.”

Ezekiel stepped into the bar, stumbling slightly and looked around. He took a seat in the corner and out of the way. He set up his laptop and plugged it into the outlet.

“Can I get you a drink?” A ginger girl asked.

“Just a beer is fine,” Ezekiel said, looking up at her with a slight smile.

She walked away and he didn’t look up when someone else walked over.

“I’ve already gotten my ord-” He was cut off by a hand wrapping around his throat.

His eyes widened as he looked up into the familiar eyes of Eliot Spencer. He let out a croak, trying to say something, but his throat was being crushed and he couldn’t breathe. He was starting to panic.

“Eliot, let the kind man go,” a voice said, comingup besides the long haired man.

Suddenly, Ezekiel could breathe again. He took gasping breaths of air, pressing himself against the wall of the booth, keeping distance between him and Eliot.

“What are you doing here?” Eliot growled, hands on the table. “I told you to never come after me.”

“I know.” Ezekiel’s voice was small. “It’s about Jacob.”

Eliot’s eyes widened. He sat down across from Ezekiel, waving off the people who’d gathered around them. They dispersed after a hesitant moment.

“What about him?” Eliot asked, eyes narrowing again.

“He... I told him you were alive and now he wont talk to me and it hurts. He always listens to reason but now he’s not and he hates me. He won’t even talk to me. I... I really messed up, but he was so sad. I just wanted to make him feel better.”

Eliot growled. “You told him I was alive?”

“He mopes around for days on end around the anniversary of finding out you “died”,” Ezekiel said, putting finger quotes around died. “I couldn’t keep it from him any longer. He deserves to know you’re alive.”

“Where is he?”

“I’d have to bring him to you.”

“Why can’t you bring me to him?” Eliot narrowed his eyes.

“We’re not allowed to let outsiders into our line of work. I learned that the hard way. I can’t bring another person. Last time they stole something important and almost ruined Christmas.”

Eliot leaned in. Ezekiel could smell the apple shampoo and the familiar cologne from the other.

“I’m going to tell you this once, and only once,” Eliot said, eyes narrowing. “You’re going to bring me to my brother and I wont kick your ass.”

“Fine, but the others are going to be really mad at me if you steal anything,” Ezekiel said.

Ezekiel pulled Eliot into the annex through the backdoor. He laughed slightly when he watched him stumble.

Eliot growled at him and Ezekiel shut up immediately.

“Where are we?” Eliot asked, looking around. His eyebrows scrunched together.

“Welcome to the Library, mate,” Ezekiel said.

“My brother works in a library?” Eliot said, sounding disbelieving.

“Not /a/ library,” Ezekiel said, shaking his head. “/The/ Library.”

“I don’t get it. My brother could barely read a book for school,” Eliot said. “Why would he be a librarian.”

“Don’t be ignorant. You’re brother is the smartest man I know,” Ezekiel said. “He must’ve been hiding his intelligence from you.”

Eliot frowned.

“Jones, who are you-” Ezekiel whipped around to see Eve standing in the doorway to the Annex.

“Uh, colonel, meet Eliot Spencer. Retrieval specialist and twin brother of Jacob,” Ezekiel said, motioning to Eliot. “Eliot, meet Colonel Eve Baird.”

Eliot puffed his chest out, eyes narrowing. “NATO-terrorist team?”

“How’d you know?” Eve asked, sizing up Eliot.

“You have a very distinctive stance,” Eliot said, shrugging.

“Keep an eye on him for me, Baird. I have to get Jacob.” Ezekiel ran from the room

Jacob was sitting in his room. He was trying to focus on the book he was reading, but it wasn’t working.

“Come in,” he called, hearing someone knock at the door.

Ezekiel pushed it open. “Jacob?”

“Go away, Jones,” Jacob snarled.

“No,” Ezekiel said, finally standing up for himself. “No. You need to get your head out of your arse.”

Jacob looked up, startled when Ezekiel stood up for himself.

“I’m sick and tired of you not listening to me,” Ezekiel continued. “I don’t lie. I may be a thief, but I /don’t/ lie. I would never lie to you about something like that. You were so sad and I couldn’t stand seeing you sad like that.”

Ezekiel stared at his feet. “Now- Now I want you to come with me. I have to show you something.”

Jacob rose to his feet. “Okay.”

Ezekiel reach out a shaking hand. Jacob didn’t take it. Ezekiel understood why. They were still on pause.

Ezekiel lead him into the Annex to where Eve and Eliot were laughing. Jacob’s mouth fell open and tears started to stream down his cheeks.

Eliot smiled brightly seeing his brother. He opened his arms for a hug and received one.

It was silent for a moment before Jacob pulled away from his brother and punched him square in the face.

“What the hell, Eliot! Why did you pretend to be dead? Where have you been this entire time? How come Ezekiel know you were alive but I didn’t?” Jacob asked, sky blue eyes ablaze with fury.

“Because we ran into each other a time or two. The second time I stabbed him because he got to what I was going after first,” Eliot said, shrugging.

“Yeah, your brother and i have a past. He doesn’t like me much,” Ezekiel said, shrugging.

“Jones, I’m so sorry,” Jacob apologized, pulling the Australian close and brushing his lips against Ezekiel’s. “I’m so stupid to not believe you. I know you don’t lie, and yet, I was in so much denial I thought you were lying.”

Ezekiel pressed his lips against Jacob’s. “Next time, you won’t get off so easy.”

Jacob tilted his head to the side for a moment. “Uh... What?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.” Ezekiel turned to Eliot. “Time to get back to your team, Eliot. Just go right on through that door and you will be right back in Boston.”

Eliot nodded and moved towards the door and paused, turning back to Eve, Jacob and Ezekiel. “Don’t be a stranger, Jake. You can even bring Ezekiel along with you if you ever want to come hang out in Boston for a bit.”

Jacob smiled a bit, arm still around Ezekiel. “I’ll make sure you send you a call if I ever want to meet up. Maybe start a bar brawl somewhere for old time’s sake?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

Family was reunited and trust was mended. It was a good day for Ezekiel Jones and Jacob Stone.

#SAVETHELIBRARIANS MASTERPOST

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