#jooster fic

[weast-of-eden]

writing from Jeeves POV moodboard:

[aspiring-creative-person]

Can someone write a fic where Bertie enlists Homes’ and Watson’s help because some events lead to Jeeves being shot (but ultimately fine) and he just can’t function without Jeeves so he of course employs the greatest detective of all time. Also he realizes he’s in love with Jeeves. And of course, Holmes and Watson realize it before he does, and maybe Watson gives him some advice about it lol.

Just a thought.

[bgso4]

Just In The Nick of Time (3432 words) by josie_m_banks

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reginald Jeeves/Bertram "Bertie" Wooster Characters: Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Reginald Jeeves, Original Characters Additional Tags: Established Relationship, New Year's Eve, Competent Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Jealousy

Series: Part 2 of Jeeves & the other Jr. Ganymede members

Summary:

It's Bertie and Jeeves' first New Year's Eve together and they unfortunately have to spend it at Brinkley Court.

Separately.

I've finally written another fic. :D

[weast-of-eden]

I just read these two fics yesterday and I thought about this awesome art and AU!! If it's ok I'll link them here:

Put Out My Hand by pearlbali (resqueln) (Rated G) This one has Bertie coming home from the war, but he doesn't talk about his time as a solider (probably for PTSD reasons)

The Long, Long Trail by juliacarmen (HEAVY RATED E) This one they're both spies omg it's so good but there's torture and heavier themes just to let you know

...and when I gathered all Wooster's will in my fist and decided to deal like a man with this incognito who had interrupted my secret rendezvous with the c., I heard a voice that made my heart do a salto mortale.

"The doctor has forbidden you to smoke, sir."

~~~~~

And then you're like: ayo wtf cjjferk?

Well, this is my au about their lives during the WW2 :,)

An idea I had one night. Nothing more

Of course in the book as far as I know this period is just skipped and they just move on? But the series ends before WW2 so I have an idea about that~

In my AU Jeeves works for Aunt Dahlia while Bertie is learning to pilot. But one September day Jeeves mysteriously disappears on his way to his and Bertie's flat. He then becomes a spy and is sent to France on various super secret missions. Jeeves can't get in touch with Bertie, so he thinks Jeeves has abandoned him or died(

But then they meet in 1944 in a hospital somewhere in the more southern part of England don't ask me how. Bertie's plane crashed and he was wounded but slowly recovered. And one spring day while walking in the hospital courtyard he decided to hide behind the hospital building and smoke.

...And just as he was about to put the lighter to the cigarette some hand took it out of his mouth.

In fact my whole idea is shattered by a simple question: why wouldn't they have gone to America?🤔

I'm still working on it

Btw if you know any good fanfics in English about it you can tell me🥲👉👈

[hattersarts]

a third old man yaoi has hit the lesbian

(acd canon dated, mostly based on granada series)

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

So did any of YOU guys know that someone wrote a reverse!AU Jeeves fanfic in 1953, and Wodehouse liked it?

[sandwichsapphic]

this is how it feels being in a small fandom

[illuteridae]

bertie wooster, poet laureate

[lordbasilebub]

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/56137771) reverse au always got me giggling

[idanit]

what HO—

[stuffed-frog]

Jooster fic writers imitate Wodehouse so well that I often forget they’re not gonna confess their undying love to each other by the end of an actual novel, and when I do remember I become immediately discouraged.

[weast-of-eden]

Well, it’s been nearly a month, but I finished!! It’s not my fault it took so long though, I swear…

[aspiring-creative-person]

I don’t mean to brag, but I’m writing a BANGER fanfiction right now. Will post when complete (about 4/5 done I think)

[bgso4]

words of affirmation

a/n: a little fic dedicated to the ao3 outage. since the one day i post a fic the whole site goes down :( anyway, enjoy this baby fic (unbeta’d because desperate times call for desperate measures) XO, bigs

summary: Bertie comes home from a night at the drones in some distress. A bit of hurt and comfort ensues. 

word count: 858 words

“Everyone leaves, Jeeves.” Mr. Wooster announced the second I opened the door to the flat. At first his statement caught me off guard, but I eventually realized Bertram had the telltale signs that indicated that he had in-fact been drinking at the Drones Club. Certainly drinking a lot. His hair was perfectly tousled and his jacket was missing. He still looked quite handsome. I didn’t have enough time to think of a calculated response because he then quickly added, “They all leave. Nobody cares for me one bit.”

Bertram gripped me hard and pulled himself into the flat then into my chest. He began to sob into my chest. I did not know how to react so I closed the door behind him. He was so close and so hurt. His sobs shook through his entire body. Something must have happened at the Drones Club to make him so hysterical and I couldn’t take it. My heart ached to see him like this and it only made me more scared. I had only recently realized that I had feelings for Bertie that went further than what the “feudal spirit” constituted. I had never felt this way about anyone before, let alone an employer. Bertie was more than just an employer, he had become something of a friend. And it was abundantly clear I cared for him much more than what could be considered merely friendly. 

I decided the best course of action would be to have him sit somewhere and remove him from my clothes which Bertram seemed to be crying through. 

“No, sir. That is far from the truth.” I tried to comfort him as I led him to the couch in the sitting room. 

“Oh, Jeeves,” when we reached the couch he did not release my jacket and merely pulled me down to sit on the couch with him. I felt my eyebrows raise a bit and that made him show a touch of a smile, but once the initial reaction of this breach of decorum had subsided, Bertie resumed crying and then looked up at me with his blue eyes, which for the first time I had ever seen, held a deep sadness. 

“Even you will depart one day. A man as bright as you will one day leave me for greener pastures.” He said, wiping his eyes. “There’ll be a house by the shore and you’ll have the brainiest little Jeeveses running about the place. And there will be a lady.” Here he had made a face that implied that he was surprised by his own comment. He winced as he started again.

“Probably an equally brainy filly who will love you and take care of you more than…” Bertie trailed off and began to sob again.

He turned away from me as he cried. I was slowly becoming ill seeing Bertie like this. Especially when it seemed like this distressed stemmed from some feelings he held towards me. I wondered if he had always felt this way, hiding his fear of losing me to some imaginary woman behind the veneer of his good-natured innocent happiness. It was horrible seeing him so upset. Something had taken over me because I found myself moving closer and whispering to him:

“There will never be a lady. Sir.” 

Bertie finally released my jacket and then turned to face me again. Our new closeness meant that our legs were now touching. I could feel my entire body shake. 

“That’s what they always say.” He said as he wiped his tears and looked up at the ceiling. 

He looked almost like a different man. So serious and contemplative. The dark sitting room added to the effect. He was so vulnerable, yet at the same time, I knew his mind still held his true feelings hidden. The moonlight coming from the sitting room window caused the lines left by his tears to glow. I would do anything to make him feel better, I thought. It was only then that I realized I loved him. I was paralyzed by my emotions, but I knew I needed to say something, anything, to remedy his sadness. I wanted my Bertie back. 

“It will only be you.” I whispered as I tentatively reached for his hand.

Our hands brushed, and I felt Bertie shiver as he pulled his hand away.

“Jeeves, do not waste yourself on this fool. You deserve someone better than me.” 

His statement broke my heart. 

“Bertie.” At the sound of his name coming from my lips, he faced me with something a bit more hopeful; however, there was still a tear rolling down his cheek.

“How could you think so little of me? Do you believe I am not able to see you for what you truly are?” I cupped his face to wipe away his tears. This time he did not retreat away from my touch.

“Bertie, you stand alone. You are a wonder. A marvel.” 

Recognizing his own words he smiled and reached his hand to rest on the back of my neck. I didn’t realize how close we were until I felt his lips brush against mine.

[cfffrk]

[karabin4ik]

"Cat's Tail"

Oh my God, I'll take the earth apart, look under every stone, call every person who speaks English at least at the level of "hello"...

BUT I'LL FIND THE AUTHOR OF THIS MORAL RAPE, TIE HIM TO A CHAIR, SOLDER HIS HANDS TO THE ARMRESTS AND HIRE A STENOGRAPHER SO HE FINALLY FINISHES THOSE 6 PLANNED CHAPTERS. (Right now there are 34 of 40)

(kiss the author on the forehead)

I've wanted to strangle Jeeves (he's a complete scumbag in this fic) and slap Bertie on the head too many times (please stop humiliating yourself in front of someone who wipes his feet on you) to just be left alone with an unfinished fanfic. At the same time, the ff itself shows that everything will be fine at the end of the story, but I, hand on heart, seriously want these two to just punch each other in the face and run away from each other in opposite directions. After everything these two have been through, I don't believe in restoring their relationship.

But still, I will be happy with any ending, as they say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth.