I Need More Jazekiel Content In My Life. Would You Mind Doing A One Shot With Ezekiel Being Badly Injured

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.

based on that one victorious scene

Jake: Just so you know, if you go to prison, I won't wait for you.

Ezekiel: You won't have to. I'll escape. We both know this.

Pretty sure it's Fleve

Did we get a canon ship name for Eve/Flynn?

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

Flynn, smacking two slices of bread onto both sides of Ezekiel’s head: What are you

Ezekiel: A snack

Flynn: No

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The Library’s New Accountant

Remember in “And the Fangs of Death” when Charlene nearly flips when Eve tells her that Cassandra’s doing the accounting?

Well, now I wonder if Jacob took over for her, since he was in charge of the company’s finances when he still worked for his father. I can absolutely see him sitting in Charlene’s old office with those enormous ledgers, wearing his glasses because holy hell, she’s got some funky handwriting, making notes on a legal pad next to him as Cassandra pouts and mutters about how she had it under control, honestly. (She didn’t. Not at all.) Charlene appears in the mirror every now and again to answer questions for him, and every time they go on a mission, Jacob collects all their receipts. And when Flynn makes one of his sporadic visits, Jacob drags him to the office by his ascot, telling him he better hand over those damn receipts because he’s getting a damn headache trying to figure out all of Flynn’s expenditures without them. And when Flynn leaves again, Jacob angrily shouts after him, “Keep your fucking receipts, Carsen!” 

Charlene’s almost in tears when she sees Flynn sulk in and hand over a little Ziploc baggie full of receipts to Jacob, she’s so proud of him, what a good boy.

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