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A Lute Unstrung by veronamay (PG-13)
Fandom: JEEVES & WOOSTER
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: 3,533 words
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veronamay
Author Website: Fic tags
Why this must be read:
Every now and then Jeeves seems to go a little far in his plotting, especially in the indignities and discomforts Bertie's made to suffer on the path to making everything turn out for the best (in this best of all possible worlds - which is, really, as good a description of the Wodehouseverse as ever was jotted down). One thinks of lengthy bicycle rides in the middle of the night, of short but nonetheless harrowing periods of incarceration. And one thinks especially of Thank You, Jeeves, wherein Bertie's actually abandoned by Jeeves for most of the novel, and the replacement valet gets tanked, sets his vacation house on fire, and chases him around with a carving knife, to say nothing of various parties smacking the poor lad around. Consensus in the fandom is that Jeeves never really intended to leave for good, only to teach him a lesson in re: the obstreperousness of the banjolele, but could he really have intended for things to get this out of hand?
veronamay picks the story up just after the rift in the lute has been mended between Jeeves and Bertie; it's Jeeves's POV as they head back to the flat and try to get back their bearings. And it's both incredibly hot, and remarkably sweet.
"Sir?" I said again, my heart now thumping in my chest. Mr Wooster tutted and shook his head.
"You cannot bamboozle me, Jeeves," he said. "We Woosters are possessed of a sixth sense when it comes to these things. You're all tied up in knots because your replacement put the young master's life at risk, and you're feeling guilty on top of that because the effort required to tally things up between Chuffy and Pauline was detrimental to self, not to mention getting Sir Roderick out of the soup. 'How much can a single man bear?' you are asking yourself. Now, I admit during our earlier conversation I was feeling somewhat less than oojah-cum-spiff, but Bertram is, as you have said, a resilient fellow. A bit of soap and water has done wonders for my outlook on life. All I lack is a really topping suit; if I had one, and a dinner to wear it for, I think I could take on the world." He patted my hands and let go, sitting back and sighing expansively. "No, Jeeves, I demand you cease this long-faced mooning at once. We are back where we belong, and barring a few necessities there is nothing whatever for you to sniff at. All's well that ends well, as the fellow said."
I was at a loss. I could readily swear to what I had seen in Mr Wooster's face; yet his words, while affable and easy, were devoid of deeper emotion. For the first time in recent memory, I had no idea what to do.
A Lute Unstrung
Pairing: Jeeves/Bertie Wooster
Length: 3,533 words
Author on LJ:
veronamayAuthor Website: Fic tags
Why this must be read:
Every now and then Jeeves seems to go a little far in his plotting, especially in the indignities and discomforts Bertie's made to suffer on the path to making everything turn out for the best (in this best of all possible worlds - which is, really, as good a description of the Wodehouseverse as ever was jotted down). One thinks of lengthy bicycle rides in the middle of the night, of short but nonetheless harrowing periods of incarceration. And one thinks especially of Thank You, Jeeves, wherein Bertie's actually abandoned by Jeeves for most of the novel, and the replacement valet gets tanked, sets his vacation house on fire, and chases him around with a carving knife, to say nothing of various parties smacking the poor lad around. Consensus in the fandom is that Jeeves never really intended to leave for good, only to teach him a lesson in re: the obstreperousness of the banjolele, but could he really have intended for things to get this out of hand?
veronamay picks the story up just after the rift in the lute has been mended between Jeeves and Bertie; it's Jeeves's POV as they head back to the flat and try to get back their bearings. And it's both incredibly hot, and remarkably sweet."Sir?" I said again, my heart now thumping in my chest. Mr Wooster tutted and shook his head.
"You cannot bamboozle me, Jeeves," he said. "We Woosters are possessed of a sixth sense when it comes to these things. You're all tied up in knots because your replacement put the young master's life at risk, and you're feeling guilty on top of that because the effort required to tally things up between Chuffy and Pauline was detrimental to self, not to mention getting Sir Roderick out of the soup. 'How much can a single man bear?' you are asking yourself. Now, I admit during our earlier conversation I was feeling somewhat less than oojah-cum-spiff, but Bertram is, as you have said, a resilient fellow. A bit of soap and water has done wonders for my outlook on life. All I lack is a really topping suit; if I had one, and a dinner to wear it for, I think I could take on the world." He patted my hands and let go, sitting back and sighing expansively. "No, Jeeves, I demand you cease this long-faced mooning at once. We are back where we belong, and barring a few necessities there is nothing whatever for you to sniff at. All's well that ends well, as the fellow said."
I was at a loss. I could readily swear to what I had seen in Mr Wooster's face; yet his words, while affable and easy, were devoid of deeper emotion. For the first time in recent memory, I had no idea what to do.
A Lute Unstrung