indeedsir_backup | Drabble Prompt Request (Reply)

EDIT: My mania has died down, so I don't think I'll be writing any more for a while. If the fancy strikes me again, I'll come back here or post a new one and do this again.

Five drabbles: Agatha/OMG, G, Eustace/Lover, M (that one's nicer when it's not spoiled), Bertie/Jeeves, T, Oofy/Barmy with visiting from Claude and Eustace, G, Gussie/Bertie, G.

(Agatha/OMC, Bertie/Jeeves)

Eyes

“Aggy, darling,” the impeccably-dressed man pleaded, beseeching her hand.
“Stop that nonsense immediately,” the aged woman demanded, but it was missing her usual venom; as a matter of fact, she almost smiled at him.
“Oh, but I must beg of the honour of dining with you this evening, my Bodicea.”
“And what have you done to deserve such a treat? Tell me that.”
“I brought you wonderful news, Agathea, remember? Your nephew so thoroughly… taken care of?”
“Ah. You’re still going off of that, I see. Incapable of doing something for yourself? You’ll be just like him.”
“With one tiny difference, milady.”
She sniffed scathingly. “Men like you are incorrigible.”
“Ah, but I am not entirely that sort of man.” He agilely stepped in front of her and stole a kiss.
She let herself enjoy an instant before breaking it and side-stepping him.
“Useless fop. And I didn’t need the likes of you to inform on those two to me; I do have perfect eyesight, although I suspect that even that is unnecessary.” She sighed. “I suppose you could take me out, Daniel, if you so desperately wish.”
He chortled and kissed her hand. “It would be my pleasure, madam.”
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(Slightly AU, Mature rating, and 100 words exactly.)

Finally

Eustace cried out happily, feeling the love and freedom course through him as he held on to whom he had loved for so long. This time, it was different. This time, they could admit it out loud. This time, Claude wouldn’t jealously interfere and tell them it was wrong.
He threw his arms around his lover feeling him inside of him and holding on with his whole body.
“I love you,” his lover said breathlessly. It was as if he had been holding it in since a young age.
Eustace cried, his heart full and ecstatic.
“I love you, too, Bertie.”
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(Bertie/Jeeves, G)

Soft

Bertie rolled onto his back and giggled in the afterglow. He and Jeeves were the wrong way around on the bed, and he kicked a pillow playfully. Sunlight of a Sunday afternoon streamed in through the thin curtains. Jeeves snuggled up and nuzzled into his chest. Bertie twined his fingers into his hair and sighed. Jeeves kissed his chest reverently, and then looked into sparkling blue eyes.
“Sir, I love you hopelessly,” his tongue worked of its own accord, and he looked away in shame.
Bertie stared a moment, and then sat straight up, beaming. “Really, Jeeves? As bad as all that?”
Jeeves nodded, still reeling from his freed tongue.
Bertie smiled encouragingly, heartened. “And I am a lone firefly in a field of darkness without you, Jeeves.”
He softened at this and pulled Bertie to him, kissing him sweetly. He would never get used to uncontrollable acts of spilling out excerpts from Rosie M. Banks novels, but he could eventually stop being ashamed of them.
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(Barmy/Oofy, G, aprox 550 words)

Monkey

Cyril kicked his legs back and forth, contentedly sprawled naked on his stomach on a soft comforter in the sunlight of an open window. Oofy joined him and sat cross-legged in front of him, also sans clothing. He put a plate of cucumber sandwiches between them. Oofy leaned forward and kissed him.
Barmy giggled, “Oofy, where’s your monocle?”
“I thought you wanted me starkers.”
“Yeah, but not without that, love.” It was stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Oofy smiled and got back up, retrieving it from his waistcoat. He put it on and reclaimed his sunlit seat, putting the chain behind his shoulder. Barmy smiled, crawled forward and kissed it softly. Oofy smiled and quickly cleaned it with his finger.
“Go on, then. Claude and Eustace had just gotten Catsmeat to distract the organ grinder.” Barmy kicked his feet and cheerfully took a sandwich.
Oofy smiled and took a breath to continue the story. He was interrupted by feverish and obnoxious knocking on the door. The boys jumped up in panic. Barmy dove for cover under the bed and Oofy scrambled for his dressing gown.
“Just a MINUTE!” he called angrily, still panicked. He flung open the door. “WHAT?”
Twin grins shined back. “Hullo, there.”
“Heard our names”
“Had to come by-”
“And see what the fuss was.”
Oofy glared indignantly. “You did not, you ruddy liars.”
Barmy peeked out from under the bed. “Is it safe?”
Eustace pulled the door shut behind him. Claude waved. “’Sallright, Barmy. Just us, and we know you’re an invert.”
Barmy crawled out and smiled. “That’s good.”
Eustace smiled, charmed. Claude openly laughed. Oofy choked. Barmy sat on the bed and folded his hands in his lap. It was only now that he began looking embarrassed. Eustace strode forward and sat next to him, smiling.
“Were you lot talking about today?”
Barmy nodded. “Oofy’d just gotten to Catsmeat and the organ grinder.”
“Ah. Not much after that, I’m afraid,” Eustace supplied. “Catsmeat’s got his fez-”
“The police got Catsmeat.”
“We nicked the monkey, though!”
Oofy looked at them reproachfully from his seat on the blanket and took a sandwich. “Do you realize that a monkey is a living creature, and how that man earns his living?”
Two offended expressions responded.
“Really, we weren’t going to hurt the little guy.”
“Just needed to borrow him for a bit.”
“But then-”
“Oh, good Lord, but then!”
Barmy was aghast. “What then?”
In horrified unison, “Aunt Agatha!”
Eustace picked it up, “Well, we couldn’t be seen!”
“What were we to do?”
“If she found us”
“That’d be the end, wouldn’t it?”
“Luckily, I saw Bertie.”
Claude turned to him. “You did not, I did.”
“No, you saw Jeeves.”
“Oh, right.”
“I dragged Claude over and gave brief salutations to Bertie, and of course Jeeves as well-”
“And I slipped my watch into Bertie’s pocket rather slyly-"
“The monkey went after it, and then he lost the monkey-”
“And we took off like the dickens!”
Their story finished, they looked at their audience. Oofy was faintly disgusted and feeling that such dealings were rather below him. Barmy was worried.
“What about Bertie?”
Claude shrugged. “Eh, don’t worry about him. Jeeves is with him; he’ll sort everything out.”
Eustace nodded fondly. “He always does.”
Oofy munched unhappily on a sandwich.
“You two,” he ordered, “get out.”
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(Bertie/Gussie, G, aprox 500 words)

Thunder to wake the dead rocked Bertram Wooster to his core one evening as he sat quietly with an intriguing book, not harming or disturbing anyone in his room in Totleigh Towers. He was catching his breath from nearly jumping out of his skin, when the thunder rumbled again followed by an angry thundering cry.
“OPEN THIS DOOR, WOOSTER.”
Bertie desperately wished Jeeves was present as he crept toward the door and unlocked it.
“What ho, Spode,” he greeted shakily.
“Have you seen that worm, Fink-Nottle?” The giant demanded of the dwarf.
“Er- er- no! No, not since before dinner. I mean, since he wasn’t at dinner, I couldn’t very well have seen him there, and-”
“JUST, tell me where he is.”
Bertie fidgeted. “Frightfully sorry, but I just don’t know. I’d love to lend a hand in the old hunt, but, unfortunately, I’m afraid-”
“THANK, you, Mr. Wooster.” And with that, the troll stormed off to haunt another bridge.
Bertie sighed and closed the door, shaking like a leaf and dizzy with adrenaline. It was then that Gussie poked his head out from Bertie’s wardrobe. Bertie stared at him.
“Is he gone?” His small voice ventured timidly.
“Yes, I think it is safe to say that I can hear him stomping about downstairs.”
“Oh, thank heaven!” Gussie climbed out and collapsed on Bertie’s bed, sideways across it and on his stomach.
“For goodness’ sake, why did you come to me, old thing?” Bertie put a hand to his hip and started to calm down.
Gussie propped himself up on his elbows. “It’s just that… I’ve always felt safe with you, Bertie,” he looked up at him shyly. “Ever since school.”
Bertie blushed. “Now, Gussie, that was a long time ago…”
Gussie got up and came around the bed, sitting facing him. “Oh, I know, Bertie, but you made me feel so safe, and taken care of. I imagine it’s like how Jeeves makes you feel.”
Bertie quickly changed the subject. “Now, Gussie, I can’t have you hiding here with Spode on the hunt. We’ve got a mauvais repitoire already what with him counting me as an opponent in the ring for Madeline’s hand.”
Gussie got up and shuffled toward Bertie. “I know. I’m really sorry, Bertie.”
He softened. “That’s quite all right, old chap. Anyone with any sense would climb any tree necessary to avoid that gorilla. However, if it’s gorillas one is avoiding, trees are rather the wrong way to go.”
Gussie stopped just inches away from Bertie. He spoke quietly and with a childish adoration. “Thank you, Bertie.”
Gussie leaned forward and kissed him softly. Bertie froze for a second or two before closing his eyes and kissing back, remembering their time together fondly. Bertie found himself holding his friend about the waist. They drew closer in the kiss, embracing.
It was almost sadly that he broke it.
Gussie smiled up at him, eyes bright and affectionate behind his circular glasses. He went for the door and turned.
“Good night, Bertie.”
Bertie’s voice was soft and sweet. “Good night, old thing.”
Gussie smiled and closed the door behind him.
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