Arthur Hastings just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, when he bumped into the right person: His childhood friend, Y/n. Although he'd never acknolwedged her in his youth, brushing her off as another little girl in the faceless crowd, in these dark times she became the most important woman in the whole of England.

Y/N is a downer, she has been for quite some time, camping down in the bunkers, hiding in abandoned houses in the Garden District. So what happens when she meets a guy who is trying to escape Wellington Wells.

this fic is mainly out of boredom but we happy few is a glorious game i love it i hope you guys like this it'll mainly be a fluff hiding the fact your not taking your joy you being you you're quite good at faking happiness you were worried about your friend a certain downer named Arthur childhood friends you were with him and Percy but what happens when a joy doctor comes to your doorstep one evening asking around about him?