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zavbees · 5 months

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Imogen and Eugene

Eugene Ridgewell-Turner and Imogen Nightingale were always aware of each other. Their families both owned shops in Hamelin, and had a healthy friendly rivalry between them, leading to the two being around each other a decent amount in childhood despite being four years apart. When she needed a third party for a school research project to interview, he was there to give her not so helpful answers to lighten the mood of her paper. When he needed a "test subject" for his science projects, she was quick to volunteer. She and her family were at his graduation, cheering for him.

Eugene and Imogen had both helped out their respective families businesses since as soon as they were able to pick up a box. It came as no surprise that they were both involved in the businesses the older they got, or that they would inherit them in the future. What was a shock was when Imogens father told her when she was 17 that he was going to help out with the war. It had always been only Imogen, her brother, and her father - he had come from overseas and was a single father. This meant he was leaving the store and her brother in her hands. He promised he would come back.

When the time came, she stepped up and took charge with little complaint. Eugene was aware of what had happened, as was the rest of the Ridgewell-Turners, so he did what he could to help. He made sure to prioritize her shop so that they would get as much traction as possible, whether it be putting up ads or recommending products. She was thankful for the assistance. He would stop by regularly to help with maintenance, or to help watch over her brother, or simply to make sure she had eaten that day. He'd frequently stop by their house to help her take care of her brother so she would have time to herself. During the next four years, they grew close. They weren't just family friends anymore, but actual genuine friends.

Imogens brother had been born in '35, meaning he was on the logs to go to Germany in 1947 with the children under 13. She wanted to keep him, to not let him go - they could just keep him in the attic, tell him to stay quiet. Or he could stay in the back of the shop, away from people. Eugene was there to help comfort her, knowing there wasn't much they could do. He'd most likely have a safer chance going on the train than staying. So, when the time came, her brother went. Her, and Eugene, and the Ridgewell-Turners, all went to the station to see him off.

From that day Eugene moved in with her. She had lost the only biological family she had, he wasn't going to leave her alone to fester in the house she had shared with them. He knew that wouldn't be good for her. Over the next few years, the two watched as the sleepy town of Wellington Wells began eating itself from the inside. The news of the children not coming back sent ripples throughout the town, and their home. They both found themselves mourning the loss of her brother.

He continued getting more and more deals around the village, helping to advertise the local brands, as usual. With the growth of the television, he changed his brand from just newspaper ads to televised ones. He continued to bolster the local shops as well as a new project when one Miss Victoria Byng approached him about it.

He began to advertise the Happy Masks, and Joy while it was still in production. He had the peoples trust, at least a decent amount of the working class in Hamlyn, so having him try to get them on board was logical in Byngs head. And it worked like a charm.

Throughout this time, Imogen began to slowly get more and more reclusive. It was nice having Eugene stay with her, but it didn't change that she no longer had any family. Her father never came back, neither did her brother - and her mother had always been out of the picture. Even with Eugene being there, she was still reminded of the empty space in the house. After a while, she was only seen going from her store, to her house - occasionally she was seen in the gardens, tending to them, but it was rare.

With the invention of Joy, she was skeptical. As good as it sounded, she didn't trust it - no way was there a drug that would make her just... forget. That, as Eugene had reassured her, would make the house barrable again. That would make the emptying streets inviting again. She didn't trust it in the slightest. However, Eugene managed to convince her. He was open with her about the side effects, about it causing forgetfulness and the terrible withdrawals, about the potential for there to be hallucinations in a few cases - though they had been a fairly small amount at the time, since this was before strawberry. He told her the good too. She relented, mainly thanks to his openness, and that had been the freest she had felt in a long time.

She was all smiles, actively leaving the house to go to parties and enjoying herself. Eugene was glad to see his lifelong friend happy again. He hadn't seen it in a while. As more people went on holiday, they started getting more business at Imogens store, meaning they were focusing more and more on their personal endeavors. She started looking more into botany, something she had always had a small interest in - might as well, she was feeling motivated to do so. He gladly helped wherever he could.

While she was opening up more, Eugene was shutting himself off slowly. He wasn't sure who he was outside of his business, since that had been a major part of his life since he was younger. Now that he was on television, he had appearances to keep - meaning the mask always stayed on. And, he couldn't help but feel responsible for Hamlyn having less business. Imogen saw it as a blessing, since they were getting more traction, but he knew the reasoning. He knew the other store owners weren't on holiday. He was friends with most of them, if they were leaving they would've told him.

Eventually Eugene was given a deal he couldn't pass up - once again from Byng. There was a new program opening up, Joy Doctors as she called them. With Joy picking up steam, getting used more widely, and there being a new one on the way, there needed to be people to make sure everyone was on Joy, to make sure everyone was happy. And she wanted to offer him a spot. The people trusted him, and what better way to get people on board with this new program than someone trusted being a part of them, and one good with marketing, at that. He agreed, why wouldn't he? He had already helped this much.

Despite not being a full doctor, he was trained how to tell if people were on Joy or not. And he personally began looking into psychology, figuring that could be a way to actually help. He had never been one for medicine, but he knew people.

When Strawberry Joy came out, Imogen tried it. She liked it, though Vanilla was her flavor of choice. She had been a social butterfly now that Joy had given her the space to be free of everything. At a party, they had been passing out Joy as a party favor, and who was she to say no? It was normal to pass them out, and it was all anyone was talking about, so she took one.

Almost immediately she felt terrible. Feelings she didn't have the words for since she hadn't had to name them in years came flooding through her. It felt like everyone was staring, watching her, judging her for her past actions, no matter how small. She held herself together and made it home. The next day she held herself in her room, Eugene coming to check on her several times.

The eyes wouldn't go away, even with no eyes in the room. She couldn't escape the feeling of being watched. This went on for a few weeks before Eugene picked up on what was happening. He had been told by those higher than him that if someone has a negative response to Joy, they should spend some time in the Garden District, and when they are ready they go through the rehabilitation center to rejoin society.

He, again, convinced her to go to the Garden District, saying there were people there who would help her. She agreed without much fuss. They together went to the District, and he returned home alone that day. The next several weeks the store was closed - the owner went away on holiday, after all - and after his rounds as Doctor Ridgewell-Turner he would wait on the bridge for her to come back.

Imogen knew she should go through the center, rejoin society and her best friend. He was probably worried sick about her. The first day, she had tried, but she again had a bad reaction to the Joy. The next day, she didn't try. Or the next. Or the next. And for once, she actually allowed herself to think about stuff she shoved aside. The eyes never left her, but they were with her as she tried to process her brother and father not being there anymore.

After three months, he was tired of waiting. The guilt of it was eating at him as each day passed, and finally he was going to actually help. He went in one night to find her. She had found a house on the outskirts that no one seemed to have claimed. She was skeptical of him, now having been off Joy for a while and still having minor effects from the bad batch, but went with him. She didn't trust him the way she had for the past years, since he seemed to be going along with anything Byng and the Committee was saying without question in her eyes. But she wanted to go home.

He snuck her through the town that night, and she returned to her bed. But her reclusiveness came back, now not wanting to leave at all. She refused to go outside, since it would bring back her hallucinations. He would bring her whatever she needed whenever she wanted - it was the least he could do for her. He blamed himself for what happened to Imogen, for not being there for her. He was harsher on himself than she was about it.

They found themselves working on rebuilding their relationship. The store was open again, but he hired someone to run the storefront so that Imogen wouldn't have to be around people - she and Eugene could restock at night. She turned their backyard into a greenhouse, sending Eugene to find plants for her to populate it with, a lot of them from the Garden District. He continued his work as Doctor, and she continued staying out of the public and tending to her garden. They managed to fall into a routine they both enjoyed, sharing meals together and spending time together when he was home.

Even if they weren't taking Joy, and they both had problems needing to be addressed, they were happy again.

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rotten-downer · 9 months

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Thoughts

Morris's eyes watch as his partner rises back to his full height. The other male exhales heavily, running a gloved hand through his thick dark hair. His chest heaves underneath the fabric of his constable's uniform, and Morris can hear his blood rush in his ears.

"Well, that's that." The other states bluntly, flicking the tip of his bat to get some droplets of blood off of the smooth surface of his weapon. His amber eyes shift over to Morris, and Vincent swallows hard, unable to keep up the eye contact.

"I would say so." Vincent replies, folding his arms behind his back and adjusting his posture. His eyes shift to the still figure at their feet, giving his eyes something to focus on, something other than the other Constable. "Should we call it a day, Constable?"

The other sighs, clipping his bat back onto his belt, then adjusts his white gloves. "I believe I've told you, that when it's just the two of us, you can call me Horus. You don't need to be so formal." As a way to prove he wasn't chastising the other, the corner of Horus's mouth tilts up into a small grin, and Vincent feels butterflies. And not like the butterflies that he got when he would pop a Joy. No, this was different. It felt more overwhelming and suffocating and….intimate. "But yes. We should report back to HQ that we've got the Downer that's been causing trouble."

Horus turns on his heel and begins walking down the cobblestone, and Morris falls into step behind him. A couple of other Bobbies would stop by and clean up the mess, so that wasn't something the pair had to concern themselves with, thankfully.

As they walk, Vincent can't keep his eyes off the older Constable ahead of him. Horus's posture is strong and confident, showing an air of authority that was unmet. His thick, raven black hair was pushed back from his calm face. His dark brown eyes run over their surroundings as they walk, calculating and taking in any and all possible threats. The two had been paired to work together for some time now, and Morris hated how he felt towards the other. Anytime Horus was around, Morris's mouth went dry, his heart hammered in his chest, and his palms grew sweaty underneath his gloves. No one else has made him feel quite this way, and Horus hadn't done anything outright to make Vincent feel this way, yet he did.

Vincent lets his mind wander, wondering what those powerful hands would feel like gripping his orange hair, or how Horus's unshaven lips would feel against his neck-

He quickly shakes the thoughts from his head, shutting his eyes with a soft breath. No. He couldn't think like that. It was wrong, it was…sinful. His hand subconsciously presses flat against his chest, where a small metal cross sat underneath his uniform, dangling by a chain from his neck. It was something his father had given him when he was a child, something to remind Vincent of the terrifying wrath of the Lord. Especially when certain impure thoughts came up.

"-Morris?"

Vincent takes in a sharp breath, his emerald eyes gazing at Horus in surprise. He hadn't realized that, in his thoughts, they had already walked to the Constabulary, and Horus was staring down at him with a cocked brow. Morris clears his throat, his freckled face flushing in embarrassment.

"Apologies, Sarge. Got lost in thought."

Horus still gazes at Morris with a touch of uncertainty, but he holds the door open for the other, and Vincent steps inside with a heavy breath, Horus right behind him.

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sea-side-scribbles · 9 months

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My Friend Norbert

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Chapter 5

The ruins awaited him as always, with their sun-withered facades and broken windows. But now, their colours looked much brighter. And the ivy covering them made them glow in a sickening, lush green. Similar to the colour he found in Norbert's eyes. He needed a while to realize that the older boy looked at him expectantly. Suddenly, Arthur felt a lot smaller and younger. His throat went dry, he noticed it when he swallowed. He remembered the treasure he found. “Uh...fancy some bubble gum?”, he asked shyly and showed Norbert the pack. “Sure. What flavour is it?” “Uh...” Arthur looked back down on it. He hadn't cared about that himself, he had just needed something sweet fast. “Looks like raspberry”, he read the faded description and then handed the other boy a stick.

Norbert observed it with a lifted eyebrow. “How old is that stuff?” “I don't know. I found it in one of the houses.” Arthur hoped to impress him. “Really? Huh.” Norbert still eyed it as if it was poisoned. “If you don't like it, give it back.” Arthur already reached out for it. The older boy lifted it up and grinned. “No, no, no, I'll try it. You wouldn't take the piss, right?” Arthur now grinned too. His chest warmed up for the first time today. “Maybe.”

He watched Norbert try it and nod in agreement. “Tastes surprisingly good.” Then he blew a bubble. “...and it's still working”, he said while chewing. Arthur chuckled and shoved a gum in his mouth too, even though his throat wasn't dry anymore. After a sweet moment of chewing, Arthur noticed he had to move on. He had to deliver whatever adventure he had promised to Norbert. “Uh...what would you like to see?”, he tried. The other boy just shrugged. “You're the expert. Surprise me.” He blew another bubble and popped it with his teeth. Arthur, for some strange reason, couldn't stop watching him.

He realized that he was staring and averted his eyes again. Trying to come up with something cool, his mind just went back to the house he found today, again and again. “I know a place where you have a good view over the district”, his mouth spilled. “Sounds great,” Norbert said with not a lot of emotion and blew another bubble. It seemed like Arthur was about to lose his attention again. He was idling too long. Nervously, he began to walk into the direction and looked over his shoulder to see if the older boy followed him. He did.

Arthur had to grin at the sight. Suddenly, he felt like playing around. He quickened his pace and climbed and jumped over occasional fences, postboxes and walls to see if Norbert could follow. And also, to impress him. Sadly, Norbert didn't comment on his climbing skills. He also didn't join in. One time, when Arthur sat on a wall and Norbert only walked around it, he saw his chance. “Hey, old man! Afraid to come up here?” Norbert looked up and laughed. “This is not the place you mean, right? With the view?” “Well, I have a good view”, Arthur said and the older boy lifted his eyebrows. “...at scared old people”, he concluded and the other boy showed his teeth again.

“Aww, you're a cheeky little brat”, Norbert teased. “No wonder you're an outcast in these ruins...” He stepped on a brick that stood forward enough to provide foothold and Arthur slid aside to make place for him. His slender fingers clutched the ledge of the wall. He was about to pull himself up, but somehow, he slipped. “Oh, sh...” Without thinking twice, Arthur grabbed his wrist. It didn't help much, but it felt...incredible. “I'm fine, don't worry”. But Arthur didn't want to let go. “Careful, you don't want to wreck your fancy guitar.” “Ah....right...I better put it down.” Norbert gently placed it in the grass before he went for another try. This time, he made it. He moved a lot more agile without the precious instrument on his back.

“Soo...is there anything interesting up here?”, Norbert asked when he crouched next to Arthur. He looked confused. He seemed to have forgotten that this was just a joke. “Yes”, Arthur deadpanned. “Me.” Norbert jerked his head around to glance at him and Arthur didn't dare to return the look. Still, in the corner of his eye, he saw that the older boy squinted. “Aah...no”, he said. Arthur laughed. “What do you mean 'no'?” “If this is all you want to show me this trip is not gonna be very interesting.” “I just saved you!” “From taking a tiny step backwards? I'm obliged.” “From smashing your guitar with your fat arse!” Norbert now laughed too.

Arthur still avoided to look at him. His face burned. He was teasing Norbert because that seemed to be the only way to hide that his chest was about to explode. “That's what I get for being nice, huh? Playing music for you, waking you up in time, bringing you home...”, Norbert muttered while looking around. “U-huh”, was all Arthur could say. “I see. And coming up here was completely useless, so...” Norbert jumped back down. Alarmed, Arthur hurried to climb after him. “You know I didn't mean it, right?”, he asked while the older boy shouldered his guitar again. “You're not fat.” Arthur's voice was about to shiver.

Norbert snorted. “Thanks.” “I'm serious!” He almost screamed. Now the older boy turned around to give him a surprised look. “Hey, it's alright. I get it. You're jealous.” “What?” Norbert turned around with his guitar and put his hands on his hips. “The bloke you see in the mirror isn't as pretty as me. I know, it's tough, but that's life.” He winked. Arthur exhaled and all the pressure seemed to leave him, too. He smiled, still a little confused about what actually happened. “So...about that place...?” “Oh...” Arthur woke up. “Yeah, this way, come on...Try to step it up a notch this time, okay?” “What's that supposed to mean?”, Norbert played offended. “If you wouldn't climb every stick and stone we came across we would already be there.” “But that's no fun!” “I guess. But it's late. I want to be there before nightfall.” He sounded more serious now. Arthur deflated. “Okay, okay.”

Actually, they weren't far from their destiny anymore. A few minutes later, Arthur pointed at one of the ruins. “There is it.” “Huh...what's so special about it?” “The roof.” “Okay.” “And it has no stairs.” They came to a halt in front of the house. Arthur looked up and found that this was a good spot to climb. “You've got to be kidding me”, Norbert commented his search. “All the way up to the roof?” “No, just to the first floor and then from there to the attic. It's easy”, Arthur said even though he had needed a while to get there. He didn't want to look concerned in front of Norbert. After all, he knew the way. He just had to trust himself to find it again.

“Alright then. But there's no way I leave my guitar out here.” “Why? There's no one around.” Norbert shook his head. “Too risky.” Arthur pulled himself up on the wall and swung a leg over it. “Just give it to me, then”, he answered and held out a hand. Norbert smiled and complied. “Careful, though. I don't want a single scratch on it.” “On that old thing?” “You call everything old.” “Because it's true.”

Despite the bickering, Arthur was very cautious to not touch the wall with it. When he had it in both hands, his heart beat up to his throat. The 'thing' shined so bright it blinded him and he was afraid of putting it down in the dirt. It was Norbert's treasure. A guitar he had never seen from up close before and now he was holding it in his hands. Nervously, he searched for a save place where they could leave it for a while. In the end, he put it on a rug that looked soft and clean enough and leaned it against a dresser.

Then he went back to see how Norbert was doing. “You're okay? The older boy was still looking for the best foothold. “What are you waiting for? I thought you're in a rush?” Norbert mumbled something that Arthur couldn't hear, but it made him chuckle. Slowly, Norbert made it upwards and Arthur stepped back to let him in. He realized that the other boy wouldn't have that much a problem reaching the attic because he was taller. Unlike himself. He had to be smart now. Oh, well, what could go wrong?

Arthur gulped when Norbert's gaze fell on his guitar. “It's good enough, right?” “Wha-? Yeah.” Norbert didn't seem to mind. “We can leave it there?” “Yeah, I guess...�� He clearly didn't like the idea, but he understood that there was no other way. “Where did you get that by the way?”, Arthur blurted out. He suddenly realized that he could've asked this strange boy a hundred questions already, if only he dared to open his mouth. Other than to...talk rubbish. “Oh, that? It's from Bates' Music Shop.” “I never heard of it”, Arthur hated to admit. “Have you seen any music shop from inside yet?” “Ah...I used to play the flute in elementary school.” Norbert gave him a pitiful smile and Arthur thought he should avoid the musical topic altogether.

The older boy already viewed the ceiling and walked around as if he was looking for a good spot to climb. He would find a better one, right? Arthur remembered where he went up and moved into that direction, looking back over his shoulder to check up on Norbert. The other boy followed him immediately.

It felt good to be a guide again, Arthur noticed. To have someone who trusted him. Even if it felt different than it had with Percy. His older brother had always been like...well, like a younger brother. Someone he had to take care of or else he'd hurt himself. Norbert instead...He was capable to take care of himself. And he still followed Arthur. “I got up here”, he explained. “Like this.” Nervously, he set a foot onto a broken log that hung into the room. He had to perform some contortions get from there onto another log and he already felt how his energy left him. He remembered hanging helplessly in the air and flailing around until he had finally reached another log. This time, Norbert would watch him.

“Ah, that's too complicated”, Norbert stated and walked over to him. “Come here...” Before Arthur knew what happened, Norbert had grabbed his sides and pulled him closer to the higher log. A sound of surprise escaped him and he was very embarrassed by it, but still he clutched the log now and could move on. Norbert seemed as if he hadn't noticed Arthur's outburst. He just expected him to reach the attic now. With a very warm face, he disappeared into the attic and considered to hide there. But he had to make sure that Norbert made it, too.

He tried to play it cool and grinned down to him. “You're coming or what?” “I'm already halfway there. If you could move your fat arse out of the way...”, Norbert teased back. Arthur laughed. “Hey, that's my line!” “You should try to be more original...”, Norbert answered while pulling himself up. Arthur actually stepped back for him and watched him climb. All of a sudden, he couldn't say anything and he had already forgotten what they had been bickering about.

Then he ripped his gaze away and searched for the hole in the roof. He didn't need help to get up there. And he didn't know if he was happy or sad about it. He could still feel the hands on his sides. It was so strange. It wasn't the first time another boy had touched him. Back then in his better life in elementary school, when he had a bunch of friends, they would always help each other out when they climbed on fences...or Miss Brimble's apple tree. Or they would tussle over a piece of cake. That wasn't the same. Was it because Norbert was older?, Arthur mused. Probably.

“Something wrong?”, the older boy suddenly woke him up from his daydream. Arthur still tried to play it cool. His face didn't feel hot any more, so hopefully that was a good sign. Or otherwise it had been burning for so long he just got numb. “No, I'm just waiting for you”, he continued the desperate teasing. “Sluggish as always.” “Sluggish?”, Norbert repeated, mouth wide open. “You wouldn't be up here without me!” “Yeah, I would! This isn't the first time got up here!” “Yeah, sorry I didn't wait a couple of hours for you to grow a third arm!” “You really missed out on that!” Norbert laughed again and Arthur couldn't get enough of the sound. “I take you up on that another time.” Arthur couldn't stop grinning, so he turned around and climbed the roof to save his dignity.

The view was a reward. He sucked in a breath as if even the air tasted better up here. It actually did. Arthur wished he could fly. Over all these rooftops and off the island. Never come back. But then Norbert sat down next to him. They could fly together. He could play a song while they flew, his voice alone could lift rocks.

Embarrassed, Arthur gulped it all down and sat paralysed beside the older boy. “Hey, you're right! This is a great view!”, Norbert shouted into the wind, smiling, with bright eyes. Arthur wondered why he cared. Seeing Percy happy had been different. If Percy had ever been happy, though. Not like Norbert was now. It felt so odd to see someone who was so old, but not depressed.

“What's up with you?”, Norbert asked and poked his forehead. “Making up another insult? Just out with it.” “No, I...was just...thinking...about stuff...”, Arthur stuttered and avoided the other boy's look. He still felt the finger on his forehead. It went right under his skin. “U-huh...” Arthur couldn't tell if Norbert cared or not. “Do you know any of these buildings?” He gestured over the landscape and Arthur gave him a faint smile. “Yeah...” At first, he didn't feel like talking, then he realized that at least it was his favourite topic and Norbert appeared to be honestly curious. So he began to describe the area he had explored so far. All the houses he could see from here. The stories they told, or what he had made up from what he found. Norbert listened.

It felt good to be with someone who just listened. Arthur realized it in this very moment. Someone who wasn't stuffed up to the brim with they own problems. Someone who wasn't already too busy with himself to care about anything else. Someone who was just there and shared a moment with him. Let him talk. Enjoyed a few stupid jokes with him and still laughed even though they weren't funny at all. Forgave him for being weird. Made him feel...existent.

Arthur wanted to stay forever on this roof with this strange boy who still seemed to come from a different world. For the first time in ages, Arthur was happy.

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unsymptotally · 2 years

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Une raison d’être au courant triptych

Arthur Hastings and Bea Porter-Blanchet of the Hamlyn “O” Courant. Dr Sebastian Roberts: optician, synthetic chemist and alias Mr Kite.

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stardewey · 1 year

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“Uncle Jack has Gone on Holiday”

Just a little idea I thought of 🤷‍♀️

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED/WATCHED WE HAPPY FEW

Warning: Angst with no happy ending, spoilers, mention of child death, mention of the evacuation of the children to German in WW2

“Huh… dolls, you know, my daughter Margaret always loved dolls.” Uncle Jack spoke into the microphone through tears. “She’d make little outfits for them and everything…” He tried to stop remembering the night that his daughter had been sold out to the Germans, he was trying to hide her, so he didn’t have to leave her and put on that train to Germany.

If had done that, he wouldn’t have ever seen his daughter again. Though… he still can’t see her anyway, since she had been killed by the Germans. Blast that person for selling her out.

“I… I think I should pop in another Joy!” He stuttered out with a forced, before opening the pill bottle, and slowly taking out one of the pills. He took the pill, but nothing happened… he still remembered everything, absolutely everything.

“We’ve come to the end of our time.” Jack spoke, hoping the the screen would turn off. Hoping that whatever was happening to him would subside, but neither happened. “W… We’ve come to the end of our time.” He begged, still nothing.

He shook his head, he started to read another thing… about the food storage. He lied, about there being nothing to worry about, soon… it became to unbearable to not talk about.

He’d been forced to tell others to, ‘take your joy’, even though this the joy pill was absolutely horrible for everyone. They needed to know.

“THERE IS A FOOD SHORTAGE, WE’RE ALL GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH. STOP TAKING YOUR JOY, YOU NEED TO STOP TAKING YOUR JOY… BUT YOU WON’T, WILL YOU?” he pleaded. His brain felt like it was pounding against his skull, it was horrible.

He soon went mad with rage and sadness, he grabbed a cricket bat while saying, “We’ve come to the end of our time”, over and over again as he smashed everything thing in the studio that he could see into bits. His face soon leered into the camera he was originally sat in front

“We’ve come to the end of your time!” He spoke before smashing the camera in, making the broadcast go dead silent. He soon sat in his chair and began to uncomfortably sob out,

“I’m sorry Margaret, I’m so sorry…”

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the-commonplace-book · 1 year

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New chapter is up! In which Oliver hits a wall in more ways than one.

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somewhatinparadise · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: We Happy Few (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roger Bacon (We Happy Few)/James Maxwell (We Happy Few) Characters: Roger Bacon (We Happy Few), James Maxwell Additional Tags: Smoking, Fluff, Pre-Canon, Not Beta Read Summary:

Sometimes a good distraction was all Roger needed. The distraction in question was not the cigarette.

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I’m going to be honest, I didn’t really want to post this but when I originally deleted it I remembered last year when I was looking for fics and would have loved even some shitty oneshot like this. I hope somebody else can value it. I hope some people still know We Happy Few, that game was so based.

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teyamsatan · 11 months

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the unspoken sadness of seeing people going through your fics and liking each chapter but not replying/talking about it i assume because it's an older fic :( like just because it's over doesn't mean i'm over it!!! pls talk to me, i'm dying to know what you thought about it!!!

#there's very few things that make me as happy as when someone comments on illicit affairs/the archer #like ?? thank you?? i love you??? so much??#like this means so much to writers i promise you #we all want to know what you thought/what you liked about it #it makes us want to keep creating #anyway #avatar fanfic #avatar fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic writing #avatar twow #avatar #neteyam #neteyam fanfic #avatar the way of water #ೃ⁀➷ andra rambles

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csdp-disasterhotline · 9 days

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Jack had went quiet for a long time. And as of late so did Kimiko and Clay. The two had gone home to visit family for the holiday and haven't came back yet. The monks were starting to worry and the disappearance caught the heylins attention. At first they believed Jack had something to do with it but he was always one to boast about his plans especially if he successfully kidnapped someone.

So, after another ominous text from Kimiko and Clay with vague responses, the monks decided to find them at their families to see what was wrong.

Before they even got to the house something was off. Below them was people, most of them with masks and...large smiles. Booths all around the town said "Don't forget to take your joy!"

Being weirded out, they got to Kimikos house. A dirty truck and a nicer black car was there with Kimikos.

Raimundo had knocked on the door, a terrible feeling in his stomach.

Kimiko answered, a smiled was plastered on her face.

Something was very very wrong.

"Clay! Jack! We have company!!" Kimiko called

Like clockwork the two appeared, large smiles and masks too.

"Come in! Please! Here, before you do" Kimiko took out a pill and handed it to Raimundo, "Take some joy!!"

He gave an odd look, "I'll pass..."

The atmosphere got heavy.

"N...no you have to take it. You're no downer...are you...?" Kimiko asked, insistent on the pill. Behind her, Jack grabbed a bat nearby.

"A downer? Kim it's me. I don't want to take that pill. Is that what you're on??"

"He's a downer..." Jack spoke.

"He is..." Clay added

"They all are..." Kimiko closed her hand. Before the monks spoke another word Kimiko yelled, "DOWNERS!"

She through a punch at Raimundo, pushing him back outside. She, Clay and Jack followed out, not hesitating to try and maim. Jack used the bat an managed a few good swings and before any real harm could be done Dojo took the boys away from their former friends as they kept screaming "downers".

#xiaolin showdown #jack spicer #xiaolin chronicles #fanfic #au #we happy few #kimiko

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rebelwithoutabroom · 9 months

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Azure

Dnf || 10k+ (1/3 chapters) || E rated || co-written with @twirlybumblevee

Soulmate/College AU where George doesn't really… do soulmates and he is completely fine with that. Enter Dream, artist and dork extraordinaire, who manages to charm his way into George’s heart and make him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

#new fic!!#dnf fanfic #they're soulmates and idiots god bless #can you believe we started writing this like... more than a year ago #i still remember the cat beanie moment at twitchcon and us going omg!!! we gotta include that!!!#we still have a few more in the ~vault but I'm soo happy we're able to finally publish some of them :))))#taizi writes #dnf

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zavbees · 7 months

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In this episode, Arthur decides to try something different: not be a dumbass. It doesn't work out for too long.

He finds out some stuff about some people though!

And learns more about Blackberry - before getting distracted, as usual.

#we happy few #whf #arthur hastings #arthur hastings we happy few #sally boyle #sally boyle we happy few #ao3 writer #fanfic #ZWrites #Joy #ZPresents[LD]

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rotten-downer · 9 months

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Just dropping this here, I'm writing a little thing based on an AU I mentioned a little while back about Jack hiding Margaret and Horus finding her

#horus writes #we happy few #whf #we happy few oc #whf oc #we happy few bobby #uncle jack #oc: horus hunt #we happy few uncle jack #jack worthing #jack and margaret worthing #we happy few margaret #margaret worthing #we happy few fanfic

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sea-side-scribbles · 1 year

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Fanfiction: You Always Meet Twice

link to ao3

Chapter 40

Morrie reached for Nick's lips again. They were soothing, warm and soft. Nick enfolded him in his arms and for a long time, they lay in silence, kissing and cuddling. Their bodies warmed each other well.

However, Morrie thought of his preparations, so he carefully crawled out of Nick's embrace and climbed out of the bed. The idol eyed him, hoping that this wasn't the end of their quality time. A moment later, the Wastrel came back with the curtains. Nick's eyes lit up at the sight. “Blankets!”, he shouted out. “You're a genius, Morrie!” The Wastrel chuckled, then he gestured to him that they could use a curtain to wipe themselves clean. The second piece he spread over them like a blanket.

Under it, Nick happily cuddled with him again. The Wastrel laughed and played with Nick's hair. The sun was low, about to set. Morrie assumed they could just stay here and sleep, or...

“Nicky?” “Yes, luv?” The word 'luv' caught him off guard once more, but it felt different now. It roused a kind of longing that Morrie had buried deep inside him. He cleared his throat to say: “Actually, because I brought all those logs...I wonder if we...I thought we make a fire. It's gonna get dark soon and...we could warm ourselves, have a snack and...gaze at the stars. What do you think?” He sought for halt in Nick's hair while he waited for an answer.

“I think it's a wonderful idea”, Nick's irresistible voice purred. “Even if it includes leaving this cosy bed.” Morrie pressed a kiss on his forehead. “We'll be back soon.” Climbing out, he held Nick's hand to help him. “Come on, Mr. Lightbearer, don't be lazy.” Nick chuckled as he followed him. “Didn't expect you to call me Mr. Lightbearer.” “Well, you haven't exactly been a Lightbearer yet”, Morrie pointed out and went to gather the logs. He heard Nick make a sad noise. When he turned around, the idol had lowered his head. “You're mean again, already? What have I done now?” Quickly, Morrie took both of his hands in his. “Nothing, Nick. It was a joke. I'm sorry.” “I know.” Nick winked and Morrie's heart skipped a beat.

“Could you fetch those stones and put them here? I think that's a good spot for a fireplace.” Nick answered with a big grin: “Yes, sir.” Morrie slapped his lower back when he headed there. Nick let out a overly painful moan. “I see, I'm tamed. I do whatever you say.” “It's just some stones, Nick”, Morrie said laughing. “And then what? You're going to see me suffer?” “Actually, good idea! You need all the practise you can get.” The rockstar pressed both hands against his forehead. “Please, have mercy.” “No chance”, Morrie handed him a log and a thin branch. “Come on, Lightbearer, work your magic.”

Nick accepted them with a whine and kept mumbling protests while he began. He had to pause again and again because his muscles hurt. Also, he couldn't keep his hands from running down the branch. Sweaty and embarrassed, he let out a sigh and turned to Morrie to give him a defeated look. The Wastrel however held one of the newspaper pages into the tiny bit of wood powder that had formed on the log. It caught fire.

Nick stared at it in disbelief. Morrie gave him a wide smile, holding the paper like a trophy. Then he lowered it into the log and let it burn there. Nick gasped and wiped his brow, watching the fire slowly spread. “Congratulations, you made it!”, Morrie cheered into his flabbergasted face. “I think so...kind of...We're lucky we have the paper.” “Yeah...”, Morrie nodded. “That really helps. But don't dampen your spirits, you made fire today!” Nick huffed. He turned to Morrie with a mischievous grin. “Yeah, I guess I was quite hot today.” As an answer, Morrie punched his shoulder and Nick promptly darted at him.

Their kiss was playful and lasted a blissful eternity. When Morrie opened his eyes, Nick shined brighter than the flames. “I made it”, he sighed. The news seemed to kick in. “Yes, you did.” Nick spread his arms and declared: “Worship me, for I am the light in your darkest hour!” “Oh, no...”, Morrie laughed nonetheless. “There we go again.” The former Golden God put his hands on his hips. “What? A little praise won't hurt.” “Go get the yams from the dresser, I'm hungry.” Morrie commanded instead. The idol's eyes widened and he opened his mouth in acted shock. “You will pay for this, don't worry. It'll come upon you when you least expect it.” That only made Morrie want it right now, but he contained himself and played along.

When Nick returned to him, he handed him the yam with an overly dramatic gesture. “There you go, I hope it will satisfy your hunger.” “Thanks”, Morrie chuckled helplessly. Nick even bowed. “Are you pleased with me?” “Yes...Good....Good little Lightbearer. Come here, sit with me. I'll feed you.” He patted the floor next to him. Nick knelt down and tilted his head. Morrie's hand shook when he broke a piece off the yam and held it out. The idol ate it from his fingers and closed his eyes like it was the best meal he ever got.

“Like ambrosia from a God”, he swooned and Morrie blushed. “This would make a good ad”, he said. “I can imagine salesmen scrambled to get you as promoter for their products.” “How dare you! I just made you a compliment!” “Me too”, Morrie deadpanned and Nick rolled his eyes. “Charming as always, Mr. Memento.” Morrie put his arms around him and hugged him tightly. Nick purred at that, kissed his cheek and then reached for the yam in his other hand. Morrie fed him gladly.

Nick knew it sounded like a joke, but he really felt like he ascended to heaven. Morrie didn't know what it meant to be held by him. He was flooded with emotions and on the edge of tears again. Handling Morrie had been a dangerous game, but it now was his favourite. It was so very rewarding. It invited him to act silly.

When they finished the yam, Morrie took another one to eat it himself while Nick was darting begging looks at him. Morrie gave him a smile, but then only booped his nose and continued to eat. Nick decided to not put up with it and bit into the other end. “No! Nick, what are you doing? Get your own food!” Nick chewed his bite. “You said you feed me!”, he replied with his mouth full. “But I'm hungry, too!” Another puppy eyed look followed and Morrie sighed. “Alright. Like this, then...” He broke the yam in half and handed Nick his part. Nick cuddled again and rubbed his cheek against him, too. He made Morrie smile. What a playful, adorable man, he thought. He was perfect in every way.

They cuddled and ate like this, warmed by the fire. The setting sun painted the view in golden and red light. “Thank you...”, Nick whispered after a while. The crackling of the embers made Morrie think he heard wrong. But Nick's look emphasised what he couldn't believe. “For what?” Nick glanced over the landscape again. “For doing this...For me. I know you wanted to go home.” “That was the plan, but I didn't know they had a VIP lounge up here...” Nick chuckled. “They knew we're coming.” “They knew you were coming”, Morrie corrected him and squeezed his shoulder.

Nick fell quiet at that. Morrie marvelled at how the wind played with his hair before he noticed what he had said. “I don't mean it like that”, he apologized. Nick looked up to him again with a longing expression. He seemed to struggle for words, then he decided for a kiss, cupping Morrie's cheeks and brushing him softly with his lips. Only the tips of their tongues touched carefully.

“If I could go back in time...”, Nick began afterwards, then paused, clasping his hands. “No...That doesn't matter.” A deep sight followed. Morrie wrapped him into another hug, inviting him to rest in the crook of his neck. “Don't dwell on it, Nick...it's over...” He kissed his hair. “Wellington Wells can't hurt you anymore...” Nick clutched his lapels and Morrie was sure he cried into them. “What would I do without you?” His shoulders shook and Morrie stroked them gently. He treated the soft hair with more kisses, both soothing him and enjoying the taste. “Shhh...don't give yourself nightmares, Nick...You're here now...” Then Nick cried in silence and Morrie patiently fondled him.

Nick could cry all night, he wouldn't mind. He would be glad to sit here with him, make sure the fire doesn't go out and kiss him, whisper sweet nothings into his ear. What a lovely way to pass time.

When the first bright spot appeared on the sky, Morrie whispered: “Oh, look, the stars come out.” Nick lifted his head. It hurt to see his reddened eyes, but the smile that curled his lips was beautiful. Then suddenly, he became puzzled. “That's odd...” He looked at the sky as if he saw it for the first time. “What's odd? The star?” Nick let out a breath while eyeing the sky. “Does it always look like this? I mean, just black and white stars and nothing more?” “Uh...yeah? What else would be there?” Nick shook his head. “I didn't see anything right...My sky was full of colours and flowers...It was never just black...I don't know I even noticed the stars among them.” “Oh, that...Like a Joy overdose?” Morrie had heard of it. “Yeah...I miss them...Now it's so empty and dark and wide...” Nick pressed himself against Morrie.

“You didn't complain at daytime...Isn't the sky empty then, too?” Morrie stroked him, adjusting the red flower in his hair. “I...I can't remember what it looked like. I was never outside at daytime, or awake even...My time was the night. I only went outside for inspiration.” “Oh, strolling outside at night, did you?” Morrie teased. “You had your own rules, Mr. Lightbearer, right?” He pinched Nick's cheek. “Ow...yeah...” He chuckled. “Can't say I always remembered that there's a curfew. Somehow I always made it home again.” “You know what? I like it”, Morrie realized. “The trouble you made. Disturbing their fake-happy lives, at least a little bit.”

Nick sheepishly dipped his head. “Ah, don't take me for a rebel, Morrie. I had...so many songs about Joy. They were my greatest hits. Don't know how many Downers started to take Joy again just because of me...” “Ah...don't overestimate yourself there. I don't think you accomplished this.” “No?” A little cheeky tone was back in his voice. Morrie adored it. “Don't think I could...make them believe?” Morrie huffed and softly poked Nick's shoulder. “You made them happy, Nick. That's what matters.” Nick's smile warmed Morrie's heart. “Thank you”, Nick said again. “No, don't”, Morrie waved him off. “It's fine.” “You're so kind, Morrie. You don't have to be.” The Wastrel pulled him close again. “Yes, I have to.” “But...” “Shh, no.” Nick made a quiet noise, but it wasn't very objecting anymore. Morrie just held him.

After a while, Nick whispered: “It's not as empty as I thought. It's actually nice.” Morrie smiled. “Do you know that it's full of mystical creatures and gods and heroes?” “Yeah...the star signs...I remember them. There's Orion, the giant, who's granted a place in the sky because he fought off all those Downers...” “Uh...” “And Cassiopeia, who's locked into a prison in the sky because she wouldn't take Joy...” “You got them out of Uncle Jack's show?” “Where else? What? Something wrong with them?” “Uh...just take out all the stuff about Joy I suppose. I don't think ancient Greeks took Joy.” “They didn't? How do you know?” “Even we didn't until like...10 years ago.” “What? Wow...If that's true....You have an amazing memory for a Wellie.” “I never overdosed...”

Nick sighed deeply. “Great...We even got the stars wrong.” “Ah, I don't think they mind. Honestly, who cares what star signs we use. We can make up our own.” “Yeah, can't wait to abandon the Bigger and the Smaller Joy Booth.” Morrie laughed out loud. “Really? I'm glad I never cared about them.” “I did. I tried to read the future in them. No wonder it never worked.” Nick seemed to be more frustrated about it than Morrie had expected. “Hey, don't beat yourself up. They're still just dots in the sky. Just pretty and definitely nothing to be scared about.” “It's just weird, you know? To see them so clearly. And nothing is like I thought it was. What else did I get wrong? I bet our history is crap, too, right? All just telling us how happy those people in the past were and how they played Simon Says.” Nick ruffled his hair. “And now I'll never now the truth...”

“I'm sure we learned this as kids at some point...perhaps It'll come back to you if you really want it.” Nick gave him a hopeful look. “Do you remember the truth?” “I...I mostly cared about how to survive for now...don't care much about the past and about how all this came to be. Can't be a happy story.” “Right...” Nick sulked in his arms and Morrie felt pity “You know what I also care about?”, he asked and rubbed his back. “How to make my Nicky happy. I hope I learn that soon.” Nick snickered. “You know how”, he replied and bit his chin. They kissed deeply, eager to show their passion. Hands were roaming each other's bodies more freely now. Soon they lay on the floor, entangled.

Like this, they watched the stars for a while, before Morrie noticed that Nick's eyes fell shut again and again. He gently lifted the tired man up and put him back on the bed. Then he spread the curtain over them and cuddled against Nick. It didn't take long until he fell asleep himself.

#we happy few #wehappyfew #whf #you always meet twice #nick lightbearer #morrie memento #morriememento #whf morrie #nicklightbearer #whf nick #nickxmorrie #nick x morrie #whfnick #whfmorrie #the garden district #gardendistrict #garden district #we happy few fanfic

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we-joyless-few · 1 year

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OK ANGST TIME

was thinking about an alternative way my fic “Waking Up Again” could have gone and thought of something pretty dark >:)

putting under the cut.

tw for violence, unhealthy character relationships, and major character near-death.

some spoilers ofc bc it’s using canon characters-

also this could have gone way darker, but… i don’t think people would like me very much if i wrote it-

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Nick Lightbearer woke up once again and looked to his right, terrified of what he might see. Turns out his fears were justified, as the person beside him was not Virgil, not a bird (dead or alive), but rather the one and only Foggy Jack.

The rockstar panicked and moved away from him. How on earth did Foggy Jack get there?! He didn’t want to know, nor find out. Before he could get far, the masked killer grabbed him by the arm and pulled him until he was on his back beneath Jack.

“You can’t leave me, not again. You’re always running about, and it isn’t fair,” Jack almost whispered, his voice breaking slightly.

“What do you want from me?! Let me go!” Nick shouted back, thrashing in the other man’s hold.

Foggy Jack shook his head, grabbing Nick by the neck with one and unsheathing his cleaver with the other. “You can’t- you can’t go, I can’t let you!” With that, before he knew it, he swung the cleaver and lodged it right into Nick’s chest. Jack let go of both the weapon and the other’s neck, staring, horrified, down at what he’d done.

Lightbearer gasped in shock, his eyes frantically darting between the weapon and Jack. His hands trembled as he reached up to grab his killer’s shoulders. “What have you done?” he asked, unable to hold back his tears any longer. “Why do you continue to hurt me?” His voice was strained, and he was losing strength quickly.

“Oh god, I’m- I can’t believe I did this,” Jack wavered, cupping Nick’s face in his hands. “Please, Nick, I’m sorry!”

“‘Sorry’ doesn’t uncleave your chest, you bloody idiot,” the rock god grumbled as his eyes slipped shut. “Just let me die in peace already…”

“No, no, I have to fix this. I can’t let you die. I can’t!” Foggy Jack was desperate as he looked around for healing balm and a bandage, finally finding one in the bathroom. When he returned to the Lightbearer, his face was pale, and blood was beginning to stain his Glad Rags.

Jack acted fast, removing the cleaver and then Nick’s shirt as carefully as he could so he could treat the wound he caused. He spread the healing balm over the injury before wrapping Nick’s chest with the bandages.

Taking a breath, he leaned down and pressed his ear against Nick’s chest and waited with baited breath until he could hear a heartbeat. When the familiar sound of blood pumping met his ear, he began to cry tears of relief; Nick was unconscious, but very much still alive.

Jack let him rest, keeping a close eye on the Lightbearer. Never again would he hurt the man he loved, especially not like this. He couldn’t lose another person he cared about. Margaret’s death had devastated him enough, and when Ollie fled, he had no one.

No one but his idol and obsession, Nick Lightbearer.

#we happy few #from the parade #nick lightbearer #foggy jack #ship post #scribbles of a lightbearer #angst #sorry for angst i couldnt help it #i basically rewrote the entire fic whoops. i was gonna have it just be a short thing but i got invested lmao #also i know it’s not realistic it’s a fanfic and i changed my mind about killing nick lol

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