#Jeeves and wooster fanfic

[my-mistake-lets-do-this-again]

alright y’all, gather round

Jeeves and Wooster Beauty and the Beast AU where Bertie is the Beast and instead of being mean to Jeeves (Belle), he’s just a clumsy dummy who happens to create loud crashing noises that scare people. He didn’t kidnap anyone but instead had them as invited guests but misunderstanding led to them thinking he was terrifying. So when Jeeves comes, Bertie tries to hide himself away thinking that it’ll just be like every other time and (spoilers) it’s not.

Uncle Tom is Cogsworth and Uncle George is Lumière. Aunt Dahlia is Mrs. Potts and they’re scheming to break the curse so they don’t have to be objects anymore and the other objects in the castle are some members of the Drones (like Gussie is Chip). The previous people that Bertie “kidnapped” are the fiancés and Gaston/the rest of the townspeople are members of the Ganymede club, fiancés, and families of the fiancé.

The witch is obviously Aunt Agatha.

#enjoy the chaos that leaves my brain and that i’m not confident enough to write #if anyone wants to take up this as like a prompt tag me #writing ideas #writing prompt #fanfic prompt #jeeves and wooster fanfic #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast AU #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #jooster #jooster fic ideas

[notanartist143]

Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Romance, Pining, Mutual Pining, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period Typical Attitudes, POV Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, POV Reginald Jeeves, Angst, Minor Angst, Drag, cross-dressing, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Minor Bertram "Bertie" Wooster/Others

Summary: Dratted telegrams, birthday balls, and fake fiancées; Bertie Wooster and his “cozy bachelor establishment” are in for the weekend of a dozen lifetimes. As for Jeeves, let's just say heels and slips aren't for the faint of heart.

My Jooster fic is finally up! More chapters are to come soon

#jeeves #jeeves and wooster #fanfic #ao3 #pg wodehouse #jooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #jeeves and wooster fanfic

[aceredshirt13]

as an American currently living in Japan. can’t stop thinking about modern AU Jeeves and Wooster where Bertie can’t flee from Aunt Agatha to America because she can just fly there and find him so he has to find somewhere even further away, resulting in Bertie and Jeeves taking the most sterotypically white tourist trip to Japan known to man. featuring:

Bertie saying “Konnichiwhat ho, Jeeves!” the second they get off the plane

Bertie getting complaints from the cat cafés because the cats adore him and the other customers are upset that he’s hogging them, leading to a blanket ban from every establishment in Tokyo

Jeeves (who is either inexplicably still Bertie’s valet or is an incredibly dedicated live-in PA) critiquing the technique of everyone working in the butler cafe, leading to a blanket ban from every establishment in Tokyo

karaoke night where Bertie knows all the lyrics to various anime songs but is absolutely not even close on the pronunciation (Jeeves watches him with impassive, amused fondness)

Bingo, for some reason

#red randomness #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #bingo little #100 and up neat #someone in jooster chat said that Bertie would have opinions on sub versus dub even though he doesn’t know any Japanese #and I think that’s correct lmao #I wonder if Bertie’s read any fanfic………… #he’s also trying to give every new friend he meets nicknames #but I can’t think of any good ones right now #is this inspired by those amazing millennial Bertie posts? maybe #that bit where he said ‘naruhodo Jeeves’ sent me to the astral plane #and this is the result

[mowiththehat]

“…so you’ll understand why our joining in holy matrimony is impossible,”

concluded Honoria after some lengthy explanation the duration of which I had worried my elbow she’d end this sentence sort of completely oppositely, don’t you know.

“Ah, yes, rather!” I sighed, much relieved. But really, I needn’t have worried. Jeeves’s schemes always end up ending well, in the end. “Topping!”

“You haven’t listened to a word I said, have you, Bertie?”

“I say! Of course I have! That is, I mean to say—”

“Oh, shut it, you ass. The short version is: We can’t marry because I sail for Greece.”

“What! What! When is your ship?”

“Not like that, Bertie,” she said sternly and very much like a General that was disappointed in their soldier. “Good Lord. Haven’t you ever heard of Sappho?”

“The poet beazel?”

“Yes.” Honoria kind of looked at me intently. I gave the lemon a pensive scratch. I thought that perhaps Jeeves had mentioned her once, because he has mentioned almost all of the poets and philosophers and great thinkers to me. Something in the dark and faraway corners of the Wooster brain finally seemed to stir at the fifth-and-a-half scratch.

“Oh! Oh, I see! My word, why didn’t you say so?”

“I just did, you clod. Anyway, I’m telling you now because I rather thought we might be the same in regards to our proclivities.”

“What a preposterous notion! No, no, dearest Honoria, old chum and so on, you’re absolutely wrong! You couldn’t possibly be more wrong if you tried. Me! Love a woman! What a ridiculous idea.”

I barely dodged the steely fist that descended upon me to strike my arm. The second blow no one could have evaded.

“Oh, Bertie!” she laughed and ruffled my hair.

#deleted scene #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #honoria glossop #bertie and honoria #gay and lesbian solidarity #jooster #fanfic

[sandwichsapphic]

bertie and jeeves go fishing

aka an excuse for me to draw jeeves in a big fun jumper and not his usual uniform

#jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #jooster #pg wodehouse #fanart #idk what people wore to fish back then #but i’m hoping it’s knitwear #cause who doesn’t love a sailors jumper #and LOOK at their sunglasss #i thought they were so silly #also there’s definitely a fanfic that inspired that joke at the end there about bertie getting to admire jeeves #but i cannot for the life of me find it

[cjjferk]

WW2 AU

PART 1

(+2scetches)

One September day, B. Wooster found out about Jeeves' disappearance from Aunt Dahlia's telegram.

Early summer of 1940. Bertram Wooster was completing his studies at an aviation school. At the same time his faithful valet, Jeeves, temporarily went to the service of the already mentioned relative at Brinkley Court and became the second jewel in the staff of servants besides the highly talented cook Anatole.

Due to the straitened financial situation of Uncle Tom, who complained more and more about the increasing taxes, the dearest aunt had to take forced measures and fire a few servants. She wanted to make a small sacrifice, and it might have been enough if one day her stingy husband had not cut the already small wages of the remaining servants. Many of them had applied for dismissal after that, and they were quite understandable.

This radical decision, although to a lesser extent, also affected Jeeves. Nevertheless, he continued to be a professional. He fulfilled his basic duties and often helped her, and her old friends get out of troubles.

Within a few months of Jeeves' work, they had become friends. Bertram almost felt like a third wheel in this idyll when he came to visit and boast of his achievements. Aunt Dahlia treasured her new valet and his unrivalled intelligence, and often jokingly promised in letters to her nephew that Jeeves would be returned safe and sound.

That was why she was seriously worried when Jeeves went missing. One clear day in early September, an elderly relative had let him go to London on his own business. In addition to this, it was Jeeves' duty to check on their good old Berkeley Mansions flat from time to time and keep it clean, so he planned to finish his business by evening and stay in the city overnight. He was supposed to return early the next morning. But that never happened. Not in two days. Not in three.

That night London was bombarded.

Something seemed to snap and collapse inside Bertie when he learnt that the search for Jeeves had been fruitless. Neither his relatives nor his club could shed any light on his mysterious disappearance.

The dark thoughts from which Bertram had fled during the day caught up with him at night. He would toss and turn on the hard bed, thinking of Jeeves's fate and replaying happy memories of their past, and in the daytime, tired and broken, he would give his duty to his country.

The whole situation seemed strange and unreal to him. The only thing that was found out for sure was that no one appeared in the apartment that miraculously survived the monstrous raids that day. It was dusty.

A couple of months had passed since the tragedy that divided Bertie's life into before and after. The war continued. He was learning to adjust to his new reality.

Sometimes he managed to carve out some free time and pop into London for a bit. The city where he had lived more than a third of his life was in ruins. The familiar places where he used to meet his friends and have a good time were empty.

Your humble servant avoided going into that very flat. There were too many vivid memories of that place, which painfully and mercilessly squeezed Bertram Wooster's poor skull. Indeed, the most precious person in his life had been living at his side all that time.

But still, as the sole and responsible owner of his property, he had to overpower himself. He had to go in and make sure that everything was all right. And one such day Bertie found himself there, in their former cozy home.

He walked in and looked around the living room: a layer of dust covering almost everything, furniture wrapped in covers, and only a few of his own things that he had left or forgotten here. The piano was covered with a cloth. Unbearably quiet and lifeless. There was nobody else to keep order here, nobody else's hand to create the home comfort. Sorrowful feelings pressed upon his chest.

He looked all over the flat. Almost all of it. There was only one room left to check.

After a moment's hesitation, Bertram pulled himself together and went into Jeeves's room. He had only glimpsed it from inside before. It was modest and not as spacious as his bedroom. Wooster sat down on the perfectly made bed, looking at what little was left of his dear friend, guide, and philosopher. His eyes rested on the various books dusting the shelves and cupboards.

He recognized one of them. It was the volume of Spinoza's writings he had given Jeeves for his birthday. No doubt Jeeves had read it all. As the rest of the books in the room. Bertie remembered his politely grateful smile and how he had clearly decided that this fellow deserved a whole library of those Spinozas.

He got out of bed. The code of the Woosters did not allow him to touch other people's things (even if those things belonged to a man who might never come back into his life), but something outweighed the young master's unwavering principles that day.

He didn't even notice how he left the flat with the book in his hands.

Of course, this sort of talisman invariably occupied a place in his suitcase. Though he had endeavored to handle the book with care, it had become tattered with the passage of time. Bertram often held it in his hands, flicked through the pages, ran his eyes over the neat pencil notes of its former owner. It calmed him a little in the most difficult moments of his pilot practice. He didn't understand anything about philosophy, but he treasured this book too damn much.

When they reunited, they were about a year away from the end of the war. The house with their previous flat was in a state of emergency damaged by the recent bombing raids, so Jeeves looked for a new flat for them while his employer was still undergoing treatment.

It happened some time later after their move-in. Jeeves was doing his household chores while the young master followed him around and chattered about anything that came into his head. It would have annoyed anyone, but not Jeeves.

You see, he had been abroad for a long time. However, he was not on holiday. Against his will, he was assigned important tasks and missions which he had to fulfil if he did not want to lose his freedom, his successful career, his reputation, his family, and friends. The special promise of making one particular person's life unbearable also left him no choice.

Every day, Jeeves felt like he was sitting on a powder keg: at any moment, a surprise inspection could come through the doors of his headquarters. A highly undesirable event for a man who kept fake documents, weapons, and encrypted data transmission devices in his flat. But all possible escape routes had been carefully worked out and memorized: Jeeves was always prudent. Otherwise, he had to have time to take a special pill before he found himself tied to a chair in a small interrogation room.

Keeping his charm and politeness, he was effective in getting the right information from the right people. His knowledge of psychology and accumulated experience of working with people helped him in this.

Jeeves' missions were rarely close to failure. His life depended on it.

The slightest mistake could have been fatal to him. Of course, he had learned much about the country during his training to pass for a typical Frenchman. His French had been practically flawless even before, which only made his life easier. But still somewhere in the back of his mind was the fear that he would be exposed for the smallest inaccuracy.

Jeeves lived under a false identity with a fake life story. He changed outwardly and inwardly. His gait, the way he spoke, his body language, his facial expressions. He had complete control over his body. Especially his gaze, which could tell a lot about his thoughts. It was exhausting.

After a long time of living in this way, he began to have trouble sleeping: he slept very little and sensitively or could not fall asleep at all.

He rarely had any dreams during the restless hours when he was able to fall asleep. Sometimes he had nightmares. But they were not about him. They were about Mr Wooster. Same scenario: church, flowers, closed coffin. Then it would slowly open from the inside. And Jeeves would wake up in a cold sweat.

On sleepless nights, he was also tormented by thoughts of his former employer. Where was he now? Was he all right? Was he even alive? How did he feel about his disappearance? Would he want to see him again...?

Jeeves felt his mind, which he relied on in the most critical situations, begin to fail.

Meeting his employer again and doing the household chores for him, he felt himself slowly getting his head in order. He was enjoying the much-anticipated company of Mr Wooster. It soothed him and made him feel at home.

Jeeves opened the closet to put the ironed clothes in it. The young master standing next to him had been lost in the chatter and missed the moment when he should have pulled him back. In the next moment Jeeves had pulled the ruined book out of the wardrobe the same way as he pulled out foreign clothes. By the title of the book, he thought at first that his master was interested in serious literature. But on closer look and leafing through the book, he realized that it was his own.

Bertie watched it silently with his eye wide open. He couldn't just get rid of it, but at the same time he was ashamed to return a book in such a terrible condition to its owner. He planned to buy the exact same one soon, but until then, this volume of essays would be safely hidden away. But here his innocent secret was revealed. Jeeves looked at him with a silent question in his eyes.

He tried to justify himself, but this particular Wooster was a bad liar. Especially when the pent-up feelings were starting to overwhelm him. Jeeves often let his employer fool him about little things, but they both knew very well that it was actually impossible to do this. A couple of precise laconic remarks and B. Wooster found himself disarmed. He took a breath of air and began to speak.

Jeeves listened patiently to his poor master with a mask of calmness pulled over his face and dared not interrupt.

He was sorry. He was deeply sorry for the pain he had caused Mr Wooster and his dear people by his forced departure. However, Jeeves spoke little and reluctantly about what he had been doing in recent years and did not tell anyone about the very reasons for his disappearance. This information could have caused a lot of trouble.

And Bertram realized it. His Jeeves could not just disappear for no reason, he was sure of it. But sometimes, in the deep sleepless night, a wild guess would cross his weary mind. What if Jeeves had run away, had simply abandoned him? Of course, Bertie had scolded himself for such thoughts in the mornings then. And today when Jeeves prepares breakfast for him, reminds him to take his medicine, and helps him to dress, that idea seems to him on the verge of sanity. But then he was quite capable of finding irrefutable evidence in all sorts of little things. At that time, he did not know what to think: the search for the injured had ended, Jeeves remained on the list of missing persons.

Bertram stood before him and could find no more words. But words were no longer needed. Jeeves looked at him with bright, penetrating eyes and the silence that settled in the room was filled with peace. Jeeves was truly touched. He felt a huge boulder fall from his soul.

It seemed now, as his employer lowered his head dejectedly and hid his wet eyes from him, they had the perfect moment to dot the «i».

It's been a long day.

Of course, this book stayed in their new flat and became a symbol of something important for them. Bertram, Jeeves' poor love, had indeed taken desperate measures then.

However, Jeeves pointed out that such measures would no longer be necessary.

For now, he would be there for him. He came back.

#jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #jooster #it should have been just a couple paragraphs to explain the context of the first picture..... #but somehow it turned into five pages of text #AHAHAH(( #if you thought it was snotty and sentimental #you're right #it's just that sometimes I need something like that👉👈 #actually I'm not good at writing serious fiction and fanfic and stuff like that #especially in English #it was hard #so feel free to criticize if you find any mistakes or wrong words I used #I will correct it :) #oh and one more thing #If I remember correctly Bertie was renting the apartment not owning it🤔 #but there was no turning back...😔🥀 #fanart #my art #artists on tumblr

[privatehousesanatomy]

hi who wants to be friends?? i'm syd ( she / her ), i'm 22 years old and i will list my interests below.

house md

jeeves and wooster

hugh laurie in general

grey's anatomy

private practice

cheesy 80s movies

classic rock

shinedown

crystals

tattoos and piercings

writing ( i write a lot of fanfiction )

collecting random things ( i love me a good trinket )

strawberries

frogs

#house md #gregory house #hatecrimes md #hugh laurie #fanfic #greys anatomy #bertie wooster #jeeves and wooster #greg house #jooster #private practice #shinedown #classic rock #80s #80s music #80s aesthetic #80s rock #writing

[wilsons-threelegged-siamese]

If anyone sees this and you're in one of these 3 fandoms-

House MD

Jeeves & Wooster

Dead Poets Society

And you like Fan fiction.

WELL YOU'RE IN LUCK.

I have decided after consideration (two seconds) to take in writing requests of the people of Tumblr. I do most things, though I won't do any piss kinks or anything like that-.

Give me anything, I won't bite I swear :'D

#fanfic #request #dead poets society #jeeves and wooster #house md #hugh laurie #james wilson #gregory house #after careful consideration #very excited #why am i doing this #idk man

[idanit]

I have flown too close to the sun drawing my Jeeves and Wooster genderbends. Now I desire a >50K epic "How the mouth changes its shape"-style

#jeeves and wooster #jooster #genderbend #idanit talks #i always desire more queer fanfic of canons I know/queer ofic from hbbo but that's neither here nor there #how the mouth changes its shape #one day I will reread it #anyway it can be any style. i just want more J&W F/F #I should try reading Jill instead of whining but although I may like it the dynamic is different #I know this from Jill fics #(other niche brain worms I have right now are Polish J&W and J&W meeting Claudine from the Colette books)

[rarijackistheshit]

They’re back.

And so is HE.

The next installment in the CATRA AND GREYSKULL SERIES is now LIVE.

Avaliable in an archive near you!

#spop #catra #adora #she ra and the princesses of power #catradora #she ra #adam #jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #Jeeves #p. g. wodehouse #fanfic

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: I relayed the information I’d so masterfully committed to memory in my youth, re: the prophet Elijah being taken up to heaven while still alive and in full possession of his faculties. I’d won a prize for Scripture-knowledge and so had details of this sort at my fingertips. “Although,” I said, as we neared what I took to be the stratosphere, or some kind of sphere at any rate, “just now my resemblance to the prophet Elijah escapes me.” Bertie is abducted by aliens 

Author: @scioscribe

Note from submitter: This reads exactly like one of the original stories. Perfectly in character.  I’ve reread it so many times and every time I can’t stop laughing 

#official fic poll #haveyoureadthisfic #pollblr #tumblr polls #fanfiction #fandom poll #fanfic #fandom culture #internet culture #The War of the Worlds and All That #jeeves & wooster #jeeves and wooster #jooster

[my-mistake-lets-do-this-again]

was discussing with @stuffed-frog on Discord last night and we came to the conclusion that…

1. there need to be more fics where Jooster own a cat together that Jeeves initially doesn’t want but then falls in love with (+ bonus points for it being an orange cat).

2. any modern AU for them where nothing is really different but Bertie is constantly sending Jeeves cat videos and Jeeves just looks at them with no visible emotion then leaves to the kitchen to cry about TikTok.

3. any AU where Jeeves has to see fashion trends in the 70s, 80s or 90s. this is self explanatory.

4. Jeeves was The Doctor’s companion for a while and that’s his secret past. then he returns to real life and fits himself back into place.

it was a great discussion and there’s so much more to say about all of these things and more. but to all the fic writers out there, write what you will and keep it up. y’all are awesome and are legitimately keeping me from unleashing my brainrot into the world. thank you for your service 🙇🏼🙇🏼

#jeeves and wooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #jooster #fanfic #jeeves and wooster fanfic #discord discussions

[notanartist143]

New chapter is up!! Hope yall enjoy and sorry for the wait, been busy with my family's new pup!

#jeeves and wooster #reginald jeeves #bertie wooster #j&w #pg wodehouse #fanfic #jooster #jeeves and wooster fanfic #ao3

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

It’s gonna be really jarring to go back to reading fanfiction written in the third person whenever this Jeeves and Wooster hyperfixation ends

#it’s the exact inverse of usual fanfic conventions #j&w third person just feels Wrong #jeeves and wooster

[ao3feed-jeevesandwooster]

The Arc of History

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eVhHLvO " by vensre I choked on my tea when I turned to page two and the headline 'SODOMY DECRIMINALISED' was printed all the way across the top. Words: 4925, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bertram "Bertie" Wooster, Reginald Jeeves Relationships: Reginald Jeeves/Bertram "Bertie" Wooster Additional Tags: Alternate History, WWII didn't happen, Period-Atypical Queer Acceptance, Offscreen Bashing, Non-Graphic Description of Injury, Comfort, Getting Together, Author Stans Magnus Hirschfeld " read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53792782

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #vensre #Jeeves and Wooster

[degenezijde]

Socks and Boots - tihsho - Monstrous Regiment - Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]

Ao3 thinks I'm spam and won't let me comment so as a thank you to the author I'm sharing the fic here. I liked it a lot!

#Discworld #monstrous regiment #I had a sudden craving for fanfic for the first time in eeeeh years #So I downloaded like the first page of MR fics into pocket together with some Jeeves and wooster as a treat #For that last one I basically want more of the same as the books so smut is not really a pull #If you know any fun book compliant fics send them my way