um, jake? it's a tiger

Title: Forgotten Author: fingalsanteater Focus: Jake/Marco, background Jake/Cassie Summary: I lied when I said I didn't remember what happened after we came down off the mountain. It's a blur, but I remember. I just chose to forget. Set towards the end of book 30, "The Reunion,"  when Marco is suffering from disassociation and depression.     Another amazing Jake/Marco h/c-fest, this time centered around the other time Marco thought he'd killed his mom (boy howdy) and also containing bonus handjobs. This fic is everything you could want out of the pairing, including angst, desperation, heartfelt conversations, sleeping in the same  bed for comfort, and eventually this:     In the dim artificial light, I could see Jake had put on a pair  of my sweatpants and too small t-shirt. The shirt was short and had been rucked up in sleep, exposing his stomach. I couldn't help but stare. It was a nice stomach, flat and muscular, with a slight soft give. I watched as it moved up and down as he breathed, the rhythmic motion a strange comfort. I wanted to touch his bare skin more than I'd ever wanted to touch anything  in my life.         I mean, seriously, if you aren't sighing over the image of Jake and Marco sharing a bed while Marco pines about the strip of skin exposed by Jake's rucked-up t-shirt, what are you even doing in this pairing.

Jake/Marco h/c! In-character Jake/Marco h/c! With Marco struggling hard to pretend like nothing is wrong and Jake seeing right through him and GIVING HIM THE HUG HE SO DESPERATELY NEEDS AFTER BOOK #15. GOD, YES.

This fic starts with a bang and doesn't let up until the very last word.  It's post-series, mostly a character reflection but also a gut punch when it comes to questions like "what did Marco tell his dad about Nora?" and "what does Erek think about himself after the war?" Ouch, ouch, ouch.