Cassandra: I Like Your Top, Ezekiel.

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“I don’t get why you even like-”

Rainy Days

Ezekiel loved the rain. He loved to curl up by the window with a mug of tea and watch the rain fall. It was melodic and hypnotic. He could sit like that for hours and never get bored.

Jacob loved rainy days. It meant he didn’t have to show up to the rig. It also meant he could play around in the rain and get as dirty as he wanted. He loved splashing in the rain. Even as an adult. He never got tired of rolling around when the sky was crying.

Ezekiel curled up in the reading room on the bay window. He had a nice fluffy blanket, one of Jake’s sweaters (that he didn’t know Ezekiel had) and his mug of camomile tea. He watched the rain fall. It lulled him into a sense of relaxation.

“Zeke.” He was broken out of his daze when Jake came into the room, eyes bright and twinkling with glee and amazement.

“Yeah, mate?” Ezekiel looked up at the southerner.

“Come out in the rain with me.”

An eyebrow raise. “Excuse me?”

“Come play in the rain with me.” 

Ezekiel let his eyes scan over the man in front of him. He seemed to already be soaked and mud covered. He shook his head.

“I’m good, mate. It’s cold out there and I’m comfortable right where I am.”

Jacob pouted and let his eyes drop.

“How’d I let you talk me into this again?” Ezekiel asked as he wrapped his arms around himself. He shivered violently, clutching his arms to his chest.

His hair was pressed against his face and he looked miserable and wet and cold.

“Come on, Ezekiel. Aren’t you having fun?” Jacob asked.

Ezekiel shot him a glare that could’ve melted the sun.

“It’s wet, and I’m wet, and it’s cold and I’m cold. None of those are fun.” He grumbled at Jacob. “And now I’m covered in dirt and mud.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’. Let’ go inside and we can fix that.”

Later, Ezekiel was curled up to Jacob in another one of his hoodies, blankets and pillows. Both men were showered and in the process of warming up together. There’s another thing they enjoyed about rainy days.

Sometimes a family is a mom, a dad, a little brother, a red-headed mathemagician, a cowboy, and a knight of the round table

The mom

The dad

The little brother

The mathemagician

The cowboy

The knight of the round table

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imagine being a centuries old ancient creature of destruction and this little gremlin rolls up to rock your shit

like I seriously don’t even think I’d call me back after being destroyed by this five foot child

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~

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.)

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.

Could you possibly do one where Ezekiel is jealous of how friendly Jake and Slaten are. Please and thank you!

Ezekiel felt as though everything he knew was falling down around him. Sure, Jacob was allowed to have friends, but, this guy wasn’t from the library. This guy, Slaten, and Jake had been a thing way back when and he wasn’t sure he liked it.

He watched their fluid back and forth touches. He listened to their quips and come backs. He saw Slaten’s look; his look of wanting and longing.

“You ever see anything this beautiful in your life, Ezekiel?” Slater asked.

This pulled Ezekiel from his thoughts. “Uh, no. No, no, no.” He licked his lips slightly. “Except for the hope diamond.”

This caused Jake to elbow him. “As far as horses go,” Ezekiel continued, glaring at Jacob for a moment. “You’re aces.“After riding with Slaten to the hospital and realising the weird anomalies, Jacob pulled Ezekiel to the side.“Jealousy isn’t a good color on you, Darlin’,” Jacob grinned, wrapping his arms around Ezekiel.“Me? Jealous? As if, love,” Ezekiel muttered into his chest. “Was it that obvious?”Jacob only grinned. “You’re the only one for me. I hope you know that.”Ezekiel just grinned into his embrace.