ok so ao3 won't let me post chapter 1 of At Best, A Muzzle(tragic jmart somewhere else au fic) and i'm impatient. have a preview.
“Jon.”
“You know I love you right?”
“I do.” Martin pursed his lips. “I’m going to make you tea.”
He didn’t wait for any sign of confirmation from his partner. Instead he stood up and walked to the kitchen, small and pleasantly green. The kettle matched the tiles. The hissing of the kettle matched the creaking of the old bed as Jon clumsily climbed out of it.
“Oolong?”
“Only thing they had. Turns out it wasn’t a trick of the eye-pocalypse.”
“Really? In Scotland?”
“What do you know about tea, Jon?”
“Hmmf. I don’t.”
The conversation could’ve been friendly. It was really very close.
anyway i'll post the link as soon as i can!!