An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Writing some cute fluff as a palette-cleanser to go along with my whumptober fic Jon was very sleep deprived as usual so he didn’t pay attention to the book as he took it out of the dusty box. “Ugh, Martin really needs to be better about dusting the cobwebs off these things before bringing them into my office.” No, he didn’t know it was necessarily Martin who brought it in here. But he was so very easy to blame for everything. He put the book on his desk and opened it. He was going to research the Web.














