Jake: Just So You Know, If You Go To Prison, I Won't Wait For You.

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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Priest: Repeat after me.

Ezekiel: After me.

Priest, looking at Jacob: Are you sure you want to marry this one?

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okay but. just imagine with me for a bit

Jacob swinging between moods of absolutely fucking hating the rain - because rain means cold, rain means mud, rain means work that gets harder or stopped all together depending on how bad it is/what equipment you have, rain means wiling the night away ‘cause going out becomes such a goddamn chore - and absolutely loving it - because rain can also mean an excuse to stay inside and research or write, rain can mean laughing and wrestling with friends when they finally make it into the bar and they’re a mess, rain can shut the world away for awhile and give an excuse for lazy nights and lazier mornings.

And Ezekiel swings pretty far too. Because rain can mean an easier get away. Rain can mean no one’s looking too closely at those passing by, too intent on getting out of the cold as it is. Rain can mean no one expects him anywhere anytime soon. But rain can also mean ruined clothes. Rain can mean being shoved out of the way and into the mud because people aren’t paying attention. Rain generally means cold. And wet. And uncomfortable.

So just imagining these two waking up - probably not even what most people would call morning yet, but who knows because the sun’s not coming out anytime soon anyway - seeing slate gray across the windows, hearing the wind and the distant echo of thunder, watching water trail down the window pane…and both just deciding ‘fuck it’ and curling back up together because like hell are they messing with that when its warm, and quiet, and they’re all alone in a little world all their own under the blankets and pillows.

Little Things (Jazekiel)

There are little things everyone does. These are the things you pick up on your significant other.

Jacob notices a lot about Ezekiel. His small habits. His big ones. His kinda small ones. Jacob loves these things about Ezekiel. He finds them cute.

His favorite is all the places Ezekiel has to hide throughout the Library. Slowly, Jacob had been introduced to each of them. Jacob felt honored. Ezekiel was slowly opening up to him and being in a relationship.

Jacob knew there was one place that Ezekiel wasn’t showing him, and he respected that. His boyfriend was private. When he wanted to show him, he’d be there to support him.

Another thing that Jacob loved about Ezekiel was the way he carried himself. He carried himself with so much confidence and respect. He really admired that.

Jacob himself could never carry himself like that; he’s never been able to. He’s carried himself highly, but not with confidence or respect.

Ezekiel loved many things about Jacob. Ezekiel loved everything about Jacob, actually.

He loved his singing. He loved his hair. His weird American accent. There was nothing that he hated about Jacob.

Well, maybe there was one little thing he hated. He hated the way he could spew out poetry and talk about it like it was his job. Yeah, sure it was his job. His job was to be smart, but Ezekiel hated that he would do it in the middle of thier dates.

But secretly he liked it.

Little things make the world go round. Just a little at a time. Because they’re little.

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.

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.

Ezekiel: Jesus, it’s cold.

Jacob: Here, take my hoodie, I’m not even that cold.

Ezekiel: Thanks, mate, I’ll give it back tomorrow.

*Later, at home*

Ezekiel, curled up in the hoodie and inhaling Jacob’s scent: Yeah, I’m not giving this back.

I feel like my OTPs are always made up of a cinnamon roll and a douche with a heart of gold