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Jeeves and the Snapshot by weaselwoman13 (PG-PG-13)
Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: 7214 words
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weaselwoman13
Author Website: None of a ficcish nature, but other Jooster stories are available by clicking her tag at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fryandorlaurie
Why this must be read:
Because it features Bertie being adorable, Stiffy Byng being nefarious, and the rest of the Totleigh Towers gang being their pestilential selves. Also an OC named Toots Dellahoyd. And a faceoff with Bertie, Roderick Spode, and Roderick Spode's rifle. And Bertie has to have it pointed out to him in so many words that mooning over a photograph of one's valet isn't precisely normal behavior for a young man-about-town.
Because very few fics pull off Wodehousian tone, plotting, and narration, and this one does it on its head.
‘A photograph, sir?’ Jeeves repeated. He looked startled – well, startled in the vague, subtle way that a sheep subjected to a performance of avant-garde atonal orchestral music looks startled. Jeeves, you must understand, does not wear his heart on his sleeve, but keeps it rolled up in a pair of socks in his bottom drawer somewhere.
‘Yes. Of yourself. You do have one, don’t you?’
‘Yes, sir, but I confess that I do not entirely comprehend your line of reasoning.’
‘Use your head, Jeeves! Here you are, about to go globetrotting and leave me high and dry – I’m not blaming you, Jeeves,’ I quickly added – I can’t very well restrict the man from taking his holiday, lest I resemble the sort of slave-driving brute of a master that pops up in paperback novels from time to time. ‘But I’d like to have a jolly snapshot of you. I don’t have a single one, you know. Something to boost the morale a bit while you’re away. I could have a glance at it during times of sorrow. It’d be quite handy. So you’ve got one?’
He regained control of his wildly careening emotional state and resumed looking like a stuffed frog. ‘Yes, sir.’
Jeeves and the Snapshot
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: 7214 words
Author on LJ:
weaselwoman13Author Website: None of a ficcish nature, but other Jooster stories are available by clicking her tag at
fryandorlaurieWhy this must be read:
Because it features Bertie being adorable, Stiffy Byng being nefarious, and the rest of the Totleigh Towers gang being their pestilential selves. Also an OC named Toots Dellahoyd. And a faceoff with Bertie, Roderick Spode, and Roderick Spode's rifle. And Bertie has to have it pointed out to him in so many words that mooning over a photograph of one's valet isn't precisely normal behavior for a young man-about-town.
Because very few fics pull off Wodehousian tone, plotting, and narration, and this one does it on its head.
‘A photograph, sir?’ Jeeves repeated. He looked startled – well, startled in the vague, subtle way that a sheep subjected to a performance of avant-garde atonal orchestral music looks startled. Jeeves, you must understand, does not wear his heart on his sleeve, but keeps it rolled up in a pair of socks in his bottom drawer somewhere.
‘Yes. Of yourself. You do have one, don’t you?’
‘Yes, sir, but I confess that I do not entirely comprehend your line of reasoning.’
‘Use your head, Jeeves! Here you are, about to go globetrotting and leave me high and dry – I’m not blaming you, Jeeves,’ I quickly added – I can’t very well restrict the man from taking his holiday, lest I resemble the sort of slave-driving brute of a master that pops up in paperback novels from time to time. ‘But I’d like to have a jolly snapshot of you. I don’t have a single one, you know. Something to boost the morale a bit while you’re away. I could have a glance at it during times of sorrow. It’d be quite handy. So you’ve got one?’
He regained control of his wildly careening emotional state and resumed looking like a stuffed frog. ‘Yes, sir.’
Jeeves and the Snapshot