First fic ever
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indeedsir_backupWhat ho, fellow joosterphiles
After years of shameless lurking I finally found the courage to put pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) and try my hand at writing my own fic.
Since english is only my second language, I enlisted the help of a charming american lad, known in these circs as chaoschick13, who was not only my beta, but also encouraged me to start writing a fic in the first place. Thanks again, Schatz!
Well then, on to the fic
Fandoms: Jeeves & WoosterFandoms: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: PG
Warnings: two men kissing
Disclaimers: there are less than 2 € on my bank account, so i'm pretty sure i own nothing to do with jeeves&wooster
Summary: lemon tart, speechless!jeeves (i couldn't believe it, either!) and almost too much soppiness to handle
A Change of Heart
“Welcome home, Jeeves! How was your time away from the metrop?” Mr. Wooster enthusiastically greeted his valet upon his return from his annual holiday.
“Thank you, sir. It was most invigorating.” He eyed the table behind Mr. Wooster. It was set for two, decked with the best china Bertie owned; heirlooms from his late Mothers’ family. “Are you expecting company tonight, sir?”
“Company? No, it’s just the two of us, old thing. Well, then, sit down, sit down and tell me all about your fishing trip.” Mr. Wooster pointed to the other chair at the table.
“Sir? I am sorry, it is very generous of you, but I am afraid I shall have to decline. I am rather exhausted from the trip and would like to retire early tonight. If you will let me know when you are done, I will clear the table.”
An almost desperate expression flickered over Mr. Wooster’s face. “Retire? But Jeeves, surely you’re hungry? A long train ride and all…”
Jeeves would have frowned, if he ever frowned. Instead he merely lifted his left eyebrow the slightest bit. What had brought this on? Their relationship was hardly one that a typical gentleman had with his valet; indeed, it was almost bordering on a friendship. Yet they still kept up a certain decorum; there were lines they did not cross and dining together was one of those lines.
But Mr. Wooster was now bringing out a dessert: lemon tart, Jeeves’ personal favourite. “Well, sir, if you insist, I could stay for a bit of dessert.” He didn’t really have much of a choice, and come to think of it, he was rather hungry.
They sat down, Bertie giving Jeeves a broad smile that made Jeeves’ heart clench. Jeeves sighed inwardly. As happy as he was to be back with Mr. Wooster, being there meant returning to the knowledge that regardless of how close they were in this almost-friendship between them, he was still longing for something for which he could never hope, for something he could never dare to ask of Mr. Wooster.
During the last three weeks away, apart from being filled with thoughts of fishing, Jeeves’ mind was occupied with imagining a world in which his inclinations were not regarded as deranged; a world in which Mr. Wooster would be more than an employer, more than a friend. Jeeves would never allow these thoughts to occupy his mind while under the same roof as Mr. Wooster, for fear of slipping up in any way; a lingering touch while helping Mr. Wooster dress or a stolen glance in the bathroom. He was sure that his employer, who could be rather oblivious at times, wouldn’t notice anything amiss, or if he did, would never recognise these actions for what they were. Nonetheless, it was still too risky for Jeeves to dwell on these thoughts.
So, while he sat there, trying to enjoy the rather excellent lemon tart in front of him and listening to Mr. Wooster ramble away about the latest girl Mr. Glossop intended to marry, a chorus girl, Jeeves suppressed his traitorous thoughts.
“So, Jeeves, enough about Tuppy and his affair du coeur. I must confess I have something I want to discuss with you, a problem, if you will, that I want to put that freshly fish-fed brain of yours to. It’s...ah...a rather delicate topic, a matter of the heart. And not just any old heart, the old Wooster one to be precise. Anyway, Jeeves, to come straight to the point: I’m fairly sure I’m in love. Head over heels and all that.”
Jeeves stilled, struggling to remain calm and keep his so called stuffed-frog expression firm on his face. “Congratulations, sir. May I ask what you mean when you say ‘fairly certain’?”
“Well, the thing is, I haven’t got an awful lot of experience with this whole love thing, I mean I read a fair bit about it, but no one’s ever caught the Wooster fancy before, if you know what I mean. But this ....er..person, it’s just that I have come to realise over the last few weeks that I could not bear to live without..it, can’t wait to see...ehrm..it’s face, hear it’s voice, feel it’s ..touch.” Bertie looked down, a slight blush colouring his cheeks.
Jeeves tried to ignore the lovely things the blush did to Mr. Wooster’s face. “Sir, if I may speak freely, that does indeed sound very much like love. Would you permit me to ask who your...object of affection is?”
“Ah, well, you see Jeeves, herein lies the...thingummy of the matter.”
“Crux, sir?”
“Right, the crux. The bally crux, always lying around when you don’t need it. You see Jeeves, this o. of my a.,...it...doesn’t know about my feelings, and to make matters worse, I’m not quite sure if...it...would welcome the young Wooster throwing him at hi..I mean...it’s...feet.”
“I see, sir.” Jeeves was wracking his brain for a woman in Mr. Wooster’s wide circle of acquaintances who would have caught his eye. Perhaps he had met her while he was away. “Sir, do I know this young lady?”
“Lad...oh, ehem, rather. I mean, I should think you know..eh, her. Quite well, I should think.”
“Indeed, sir?” Know her quite well? That was puzzling. Mr. Wooster had never shown anything akin to tender feelings towards his female acquaintances, such as Ms. Bing or heaven forbid, Ms. Glossop.
“Yes, so, what I wanted to ask you Jeeves, is actually, well, how one would go about courting you...I mean, if you are the lady of course. I mean were the lady. Because, you see, this...woman in question bears a strong resemblance to you. Well, except for the fact that she is a lady, of course. She is intelligent, enormously so. Loyal, funny, brave and, well, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” The last part was mumbled towards the table, Mr Wooster’s blush intensifying.
Jeeves’ heart twisted again. That sounded very much like love. Too much for his liking, if he was honest with himself. “Sir, if I may, could I perhaps enquire as to the name of the lady in question?”
“Reginahhha...that is to say, Regina, yes, that’s her name.”
Jeeves frowned, this time raising his eyebrow higher than normal. “Sir, I am sorry, but I am afraid I can not quite place this name. Are you certain I know her?”
“Well, yes....I mean...Oh, dash it!” Bertie put his head in his hands and mumbled. “This isn’t working!”
Jeeves was now not merely puzzled, he was outright confused. What wasn’t working? Mr. Wooster was not making any sense at all. Jeeves was about to ask Mr. Wooster to elaborate when his employer looked up, gazing straight into his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Jeeves. I fear I made a hash of things, once again. Maybe I should come straight out and just tell you. It’s just that it is so dashed difficult. I had three weeks to prepare myself for this conversation. I thought this setting, a nice dinner, would make the whole thing a bit easier. But, I’m still...rather afraid of the outcome of this conversation.”
For once in his life, Jeeves had no idea what to say. What was going on? Mr. Wooster said he met a girl and fell in love. Was he preparing to release him of his service to marry this girl? Cold fear gripped his heart. Could this truly be the end of their relationship, such as it was? Still, Mr. Wooster said this lady in question didn’t even know he loved her, so maybe there was still hope. Perhaps a little planning on his part, once he knew who this girl was...But no, Mr. Wooster looked so happy when he spoke of her. Jeeves knew he couldn’t destroy what may be the only chance Bertram Wooster had at a happy relationship, even if it meant leaving his place at Mr. Wooster’s side.
“Sir...”
“Jeeves, please let me speak. If I don’t do this now, I may never have the courage to do it again.” Bertie took a deep breath and looked up at Jeeves once again. His expression was determined, yet Jeeves could see apprehension still lingering there.
“Jeeves, you came into my service almost four years ago and over the years I think I can say we developed a kind of friendship; came to care for each other, in a way.” He looked questioningly at Jeeves, who nodded a bit warily. Bertie smiled a little at this and seemed to have gained new courage to continue.
“This friendship means a lot to me, and I would happily go on like this forever. Or at least until you are tired of fishing yours truly out of the soup again and again.” Bertie grinned a little at that and then became serious once again.
“But the truth is...my feelings have changed, Jeeves, changed in a way I would never have imagined, and indeed it took a while to recognise on my own...well, you know I’m hopeless without your help.”
He paused and once again looked at Jeeves, who sat there, stuffed-frog mask firmly in place. Changed feelings? Could it be that Mr. Wooster’s feelings had changed in the same way his own...no, he had to stop that train of thought. Mr. Wooster probably wanted to put an end to their familiarity and return to a proper employer/employee relationship. But still, he had said he was happy with the way things were between them, and this dinner tonight...good china, candles, a rather cosy setting, almost like a rendezvous. Perhaps...
Jeeves hadn’t noticed that Bertie had not been speaking for a while now and was looking at him intently. Bertie then whispered, “Jeeves...I think, I’m afraid I have to tell you that...you’re the lady.”
Jeeves blinked. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Oh no, I mean, you are the person, the object of my affections.” He looked down again and the blush returned. But before Jeeves could react to the confession, Bertie looked up again and said with conviction, though in a slightly shaky voice, “I love you, Jeeves!”
Silence. Then Jeeves’ brain, which had stopped working for a moment, kicked back into action, trying to comprehend what was being said. He attempted to say something, anything, to express the hope, the immense joy at hearing those words, but for the second time that night he was simply speechless, unable to utter a single word. He must have been sitting there silently for quite a while because Bertie’s expression changed gradually to something akin to panic.
“Oh, Jeeves...I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that...” He continued to apologise, when Jeeves finally found his voice.
“Sir...”
Bertie didn’t seem to hear him, having once again buried his face in his hands, on the verge of tears.
“Sir...Mr. Wooster.” Still no reaction.
“Bertie!” Slowly Bertie dropped his hands from his face, staring at Jeeves incredulously.
“You...you called me....? But, Jeeves?”
Jeeves rose from his seat, coming around the table to stand in front of Bertie’s chair. Bertie had once again started to look apprehensive until Jeeves dropped to one knee before him, bringing them nearly eye to eye.
“Sir. Bertie.” Bertie smiled wondrously at him. “Bertie, did you mean what you said? I must be sure that you truly feel that way.”
“Yes, Jeeves, I love you. I really, truly, immensely love you.”
Jeeves smiled, a sight not seen by many, making this moment all the more special to Bertie. “Then you will not be averse to this, I think,” Jeeves murmured and with that he leant in, bringing his lips to Bertie’s in a light kiss that changed when Bertie opened his mouth, uttering a moan that was Jeeves’ undoing.
Cradling Bertie’s face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, trying to express all his emotion, all his love in this first touch. A few blissful moments passed before Jeeves pulled back slightly.
“I really, truly and immensely love you too, Bertie.”
After years of shameless lurking I finally found the courage to put pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) and try my hand at writing my own fic.
Since english is only my second language, I enlisted the help of a charming american lad, known in these circs as chaoschick13, who was not only my beta, but also encouraged me to start writing a fic in the first place. Thanks again, Schatz!
Well then, on to the fic
Fandoms: Jeeves & WoosterFandoms: Jeeves & Wooster
Rating: PG
Warnings: two men kissing
Disclaimers: there are less than 2 € on my bank account, so i'm pretty sure i own nothing to do with jeeves&wooster
Summary: lemon tart, speechless!jeeves (i couldn't believe it, either!) and almost too much soppiness to handle
A Change of Heart
“Welcome home, Jeeves! How was your time away from the metrop?” Mr. Wooster enthusiastically greeted his valet upon his return from his annual holiday.
“Thank you, sir. It was most invigorating.” He eyed the table behind Mr. Wooster. It was set for two, decked with the best china Bertie owned; heirlooms from his late Mothers’ family. “Are you expecting company tonight, sir?”
“Company? No, it’s just the two of us, old thing. Well, then, sit down, sit down and tell me all about your fishing trip.” Mr. Wooster pointed to the other chair at the table.
“Sir? I am sorry, it is very generous of you, but I am afraid I shall have to decline. I am rather exhausted from the trip and would like to retire early tonight. If you will let me know when you are done, I will clear the table.”
An almost desperate expression flickered over Mr. Wooster’s face. “Retire? But Jeeves, surely you’re hungry? A long train ride and all…”
Jeeves would have frowned, if he ever frowned. Instead he merely lifted his left eyebrow the slightest bit. What had brought this on? Their relationship was hardly one that a typical gentleman had with his valet; indeed, it was almost bordering on a friendship. Yet they still kept up a certain decorum; there were lines they did not cross and dining together was one of those lines.
But Mr. Wooster was now bringing out a dessert: lemon tart, Jeeves’ personal favourite. “Well, sir, if you insist, I could stay for a bit of dessert.” He didn’t really have much of a choice, and come to think of it, he was rather hungry.
They sat down, Bertie giving Jeeves a broad smile that made Jeeves’ heart clench. Jeeves sighed inwardly. As happy as he was to be back with Mr. Wooster, being there meant returning to the knowledge that regardless of how close they were in this almost-friendship between them, he was still longing for something for which he could never hope, for something he could never dare to ask of Mr. Wooster.
During the last three weeks away, apart from being filled with thoughts of fishing, Jeeves’ mind was occupied with imagining a world in which his inclinations were not regarded as deranged; a world in which Mr. Wooster would be more than an employer, more than a friend. Jeeves would never allow these thoughts to occupy his mind while under the same roof as Mr. Wooster, for fear of slipping up in any way; a lingering touch while helping Mr. Wooster dress or a stolen glance in the bathroom. He was sure that his employer, who could be rather oblivious at times, wouldn’t notice anything amiss, or if he did, would never recognise these actions for what they were. Nonetheless, it was still too risky for Jeeves to dwell on these thoughts.
So, while he sat there, trying to enjoy the rather excellent lemon tart in front of him and listening to Mr. Wooster ramble away about the latest girl Mr. Glossop intended to marry, a chorus girl, Jeeves suppressed his traitorous thoughts.
“So, Jeeves, enough about Tuppy and his affair du coeur. I must confess I have something I want to discuss with you, a problem, if you will, that I want to put that freshly fish-fed brain of yours to. It’s...ah...a rather delicate topic, a matter of the heart. And not just any old heart, the old Wooster one to be precise. Anyway, Jeeves, to come straight to the point: I’m fairly sure I’m in love. Head over heels and all that.”
Jeeves stilled, struggling to remain calm and keep his so called stuffed-frog expression firm on his face. “Congratulations, sir. May I ask what you mean when you say ‘fairly certain’?”
“Well, the thing is, I haven’t got an awful lot of experience with this whole love thing, I mean I read a fair bit about it, but no one’s ever caught the Wooster fancy before, if you know what I mean. But this ....er..person, it’s just that I have come to realise over the last few weeks that I could not bear to live without..it, can’t wait to see...ehrm..it’s face, hear it’s voice, feel it’s ..touch.” Bertie looked down, a slight blush colouring his cheeks.
Jeeves tried to ignore the lovely things the blush did to Mr. Wooster’s face. “Sir, if I may speak freely, that does indeed sound very much like love. Would you permit me to ask who your...object of affection is?”
“Ah, well, you see Jeeves, herein lies the...thingummy of the matter.”
“Crux, sir?”
“Right, the crux. The bally crux, always lying around when you don’t need it. You see Jeeves, this o. of my a.,...it...doesn’t know about my feelings, and to make matters worse, I’m not quite sure if...it...would welcome the young Wooster throwing him at hi..I mean...it’s...feet.”
“I see, sir.” Jeeves was wracking his brain for a woman in Mr. Wooster’s wide circle of acquaintances who would have caught his eye. Perhaps he had met her while he was away. “Sir, do I know this young lady?”
“Lad...oh, ehem, rather. I mean, I should think you know..eh, her. Quite well, I should think.”
“Indeed, sir?” Know her quite well? That was puzzling. Mr. Wooster had never shown anything akin to tender feelings towards his female acquaintances, such as Ms. Bing or heaven forbid, Ms. Glossop.
“Yes, so, what I wanted to ask you Jeeves, is actually, well, how one would go about courting you...I mean, if you are the lady of course. I mean were the lady. Because, you see, this...woman in question bears a strong resemblance to you. Well, except for the fact that she is a lady, of course. She is intelligent, enormously so. Loyal, funny, brave and, well, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” The last part was mumbled towards the table, Mr Wooster’s blush intensifying.
Jeeves’ heart twisted again. That sounded very much like love. Too much for his liking, if he was honest with himself. “Sir, if I may, could I perhaps enquire as to the name of the lady in question?”
“Reginahhha...that is to say, Regina, yes, that’s her name.”
Jeeves frowned, this time raising his eyebrow higher than normal. “Sir, I am sorry, but I am afraid I can not quite place this name. Are you certain I know her?”
“Well, yes....I mean...Oh, dash it!” Bertie put his head in his hands and mumbled. “This isn’t working!”
Jeeves was now not merely puzzled, he was outright confused. What wasn’t working? Mr. Wooster was not making any sense at all. Jeeves was about to ask Mr. Wooster to elaborate when his employer looked up, gazing straight into his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Jeeves. I fear I made a hash of things, once again. Maybe I should come straight out and just tell you. It’s just that it is so dashed difficult. I had three weeks to prepare myself for this conversation. I thought this setting, a nice dinner, would make the whole thing a bit easier. But, I’m still...rather afraid of the outcome of this conversation.”
For once in his life, Jeeves had no idea what to say. What was going on? Mr. Wooster said he met a girl and fell in love. Was he preparing to release him of his service to marry this girl? Cold fear gripped his heart. Could this truly be the end of their relationship, such as it was? Still, Mr. Wooster said this lady in question didn’t even know he loved her, so maybe there was still hope. Perhaps a little planning on his part, once he knew who this girl was...But no, Mr. Wooster looked so happy when he spoke of her. Jeeves knew he couldn’t destroy what may be the only chance Bertram Wooster had at a happy relationship, even if it meant leaving his place at Mr. Wooster’s side.
“Sir...”
“Jeeves, please let me speak. If I don’t do this now, I may never have the courage to do it again.” Bertie took a deep breath and looked up at Jeeves once again. His expression was determined, yet Jeeves could see apprehension still lingering there.
“Jeeves, you came into my service almost four years ago and over the years I think I can say we developed a kind of friendship; came to care for each other, in a way.” He looked questioningly at Jeeves, who nodded a bit warily. Bertie smiled a little at this and seemed to have gained new courage to continue.
“This friendship means a lot to me, and I would happily go on like this forever. Or at least until you are tired of fishing yours truly out of the soup again and again.” Bertie grinned a little at that and then became serious once again.
“But the truth is...my feelings have changed, Jeeves, changed in a way I would never have imagined, and indeed it took a while to recognise on my own...well, you know I’m hopeless without your help.”
He paused and once again looked at Jeeves, who sat there, stuffed-frog mask firmly in place. Changed feelings? Could it be that Mr. Wooster’s feelings had changed in the same way his own...no, he had to stop that train of thought. Mr. Wooster probably wanted to put an end to their familiarity and return to a proper employer/employee relationship. But still, he had said he was happy with the way things were between them, and this dinner tonight...good china, candles, a rather cosy setting, almost like a rendezvous. Perhaps...
Jeeves hadn’t noticed that Bertie had not been speaking for a while now and was looking at him intently. Bertie then whispered, “Jeeves...I think, I’m afraid I have to tell you that...you’re the lady.”
Jeeves blinked. “Excuse me, sir?”
“Oh no, I mean, you are the person, the object of my affections.” He looked down again and the blush returned. But before Jeeves could react to the confession, Bertie looked up again and said with conviction, though in a slightly shaky voice, “I love you, Jeeves!”
Silence. Then Jeeves’ brain, which had stopped working for a moment, kicked back into action, trying to comprehend what was being said. He attempted to say something, anything, to express the hope, the immense joy at hearing those words, but for the second time that night he was simply speechless, unable to utter a single word. He must have been sitting there silently for quite a while because Bertie’s expression changed gradually to something akin to panic.
“Oh, Jeeves...I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that...” He continued to apologise, when Jeeves finally found his voice.
“Sir...”
Bertie didn’t seem to hear him, having once again buried his face in his hands, on the verge of tears.
“Sir...Mr. Wooster.” Still no reaction.
“Bertie!” Slowly Bertie dropped his hands from his face, staring at Jeeves incredulously.
“You...you called me....? But, Jeeves?”
Jeeves rose from his seat, coming around the table to stand in front of Bertie’s chair. Bertie had once again started to look apprehensive until Jeeves dropped to one knee before him, bringing them nearly eye to eye.
“Sir. Bertie.” Bertie smiled wondrously at him. “Bertie, did you mean what you said? I must be sure that you truly feel that way.”
“Yes, Jeeves, I love you. I really, truly, immensely love you.”
Jeeves smiled, a sight not seen by many, making this moment all the more special to Bertie. “Then you will not be averse to this, I think,” Jeeves murmured and with that he leant in, bringing his lips to Bertie’s in a light kiss that changed when Bertie opened his mouth, uttering a moan that was Jeeves’ undoing.
Cradling Bertie’s face in his hands, he deepened the kiss, trying to express all his emotion, all his love in this first touch. A few blissful moments passed before Jeeves pulled back slightly.
“I really, truly and immensely love you too, Bertie.”
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Date: 2009-03-02 02:56 am (UTC)You really should write more, hon.
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Date: 2009-03-02 11:08 am (UTC)Almost torturously cute.
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Date: 2009-03-02 08:38 pm (UTC)Hmm... I think you're from Germany, I'm right? The way you writing "train of thoughts", has me remember of my own english-using. ^^ (I'm from Germany, too, but I think my english isn't as good as yours). You're very good, I assure you.
Please, write more ^^
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Date: 2009-03-02 09:30 pm (UTC)ich sitz im moment an einer zweiten story, die wird dann allerdings etwas länger.
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Date: 2009-03-02 09:23 pm (UTC)I suggest you to edit your introduction.
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Date: 2009-03-02 11:49 pm (UTC)Far better than I've ever written, at least in a Jeeves voice! xD
I don't think Bertie would ever call Jeeves "funny" though. ;3 But the rest of the story is SO CUTE! 83
I Love it. :3
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