The New Guardian (Part 2)

Wow, I actually forgot I was writing this AU. So uh, here you go. Here’s the next part.

Jacob stared down at the clippings book, completely mystified. “So, this book tells you everything-”

“No, you wanker, it tells me about wrong goings in the world,” Ezekiel cut off Jacob. “Or, one wrong going powerful enough that it needs me, the librarian.”

“And me?” Jacob asked, following Ezekiel as he moved through the annex.

“And you. Guardians follow the Librarians and keep them out of trouble,” Ezekiel told him, grabbing a hoodie and putting it on over his button up shirt and throwing the previously worn lab coat aside.

Jacob nodded. Right, keep him out of trouble. How much trouble can a twenty-five year old get into?

It turns out that he can get into a lot of trouble. Ezekiel is a sneaky bastard and likes to disappear at a moments notice.

“Jones, you better show yourself right now! This is not a game,” Jacob shouted, spinning a bit to look for the librarian in the trees.

He spun around, hands flying up to guard his face hearing a twig snap behind him. His eyes narrowed. He was ready to fight. He was relieved seeing it was Ezekiel.

“Don’t do that, Jones,” Jacob growled. “Don’t do that to me. I’m pretty sure Charlene would’ve killed me if I had lost you or you had gotten killed, so please, Ezekiel, don’t do that again.”

Ezekiel looked upset for a moment, but shook it off. “I found where the artifact is, Stone.”

“Good. Let’s go. Don’t disappear on me this time, yeah?” Jacob suggested.

Ezekiel nodded and broke off in a spring in the direction he must’ve come in. Jacob hurried after him, grumbling to himself.

Jacob grumbled to himself as he sat on a stool in the annex, nose bloody, shoulder dislocated and ankle sprained; all because Ezekiel decided to disappear again

Ezekiel handed him some bandages and an ice pack. He looked upset and very apologetic. He pressed a tissue he’d been hiding somewhere into his nose.

“I-”

“No,” Jacob growled. “It’s my turn to speak.”

Jacob paused for a moment to see if Ezekiel was listening. He was.

“I told you no more disappearing acts. If this is going to work, you’re going to need to listen to me too, ‘Zeke. Okay? You can’t just disappear on me like that.”

Ezekiel failed to make eye contact with Jacob, busying himself with putting the ice pack on Jacob’s ankle. It was swelling a bit, but he’d be able to walk on it no problem.

“Look at me man. It’s not you-”

Jacob was cut off by lips pressing against his own. His eyes were wide before they shut for a moment.

“I was scared,” Ezekiel said. “I was falling and I wasn’t sure if anyone was going to be there to catch me.”

Jacob smiled, a slight shade of pink on his cheeks. “I’ll always be here to catch you.”

Jacob kissed him again, this time a little passionately.

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For the requests, saying I love you through post it notes

Hello Anon, sorry this is so late. I got sidetracked trying to write it a bunch of times.

Jacob noticed Ezekiel was feeling down. And that he seemed very out of it lately. It was his duty as Ezekiel’s boyfriend to help him out as much as possible.

Jacob sat at a table in the, post it notes in front of him. He was writing on them, cute little I love you notes to Ezekiel. He wanted his boyfriend to feel better. He loved him.

“What are you doing Jacob?” Cassandra asked, leaning over his shoulder.

“Writing love notes to Ezekiel,” Jacob told Cassandra. “He’s been feeling down lately and I wanted to make him feel better.”

She nodded, sitting down across from him. “Let me help.”

Together they write I love you notes to Ezekiel.

Jacob went around the Library that day, planting the notes in places only Ezekiel would find them. Some noted were reminders. Reminders showed that Jacob cared about Ezekiel and that he wanted him to take care of himself.

He smiled with his efforts. He sat down again in the annex and watched Ezekiel move through the room and off into some other part of the library for a bit.

Jacob wandered into Ezekiel’s room for the night to be met with arms wrapped almost immediately around his torso. He smiled and hugged the thief back.

“I love you too,” Ezekiel said into Jacob’s shoulder.

“I know,” Jacob answered, kissing the top of his head. He lifted him up and placed him in bed. “Lets get some sleep. I have a feeling we’ll be having a job. You need a full eight hours and I could use some sleep too.”

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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.