Pure Fluff

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Here are two tiny mini ficlets inspired by songs that came up on shuffle on my iPod. I'm apparently in a thoroughly soppy mood.

Title: Solace
Author: Wotwotleigh
Pairing: Biffy/Mabel
Rating: G
Words: 164
Summary: Jeeves is a good uncle.
Disclaimer: Jeeves, Bertie et al. belong to P. G. Wodehouse. I just wrote this for fun.
Author's Notes: Inspired by Solace (written by Scott Joplin, 1909; performed by Richard Zimmerman, 1970s?)

 

I stood rooted to the spot, my fingers resting on the forgotten doorknob. The scene that greeted me when I opened the door to Biffy’s sitting room got right in amongst me, and for the space of about five minutes I was completely lost to the world.

The tableau consisted – reading from left to right – of Mabel Biffen, baby, and (facing stage up) Jeeves. Mabel was asleep on the sofa, snoring delicately. Some unseen hand (I suspected an avuncular touch) had drawn a blanket up to her chin and neatly tucked the edges in around her. The baby was peacefully ensconced in her cradle, making quiet burbling noises.  Jeeves was bent slightly over the keys of a dusty Steinway, playing a gentle melody that I distantly remembered from my days in knee-length trousers. His bowler hat rested atop the old upright beside a half-full glass of brandy. With his right foot he plied the creaky pedal, and with his left he rocked the cradle.

Title: Somebody Loves Me
Author: Wotwotleigh
Pairing: Unspecified. I'll leave it up to you. ;)
Rating: G
Words: 81
Summary: Bertie is not above a little soppiness now and again. He also lives dangerously.
Disclaimer: Jeeves, Bertie et al. belong to P. G. Wodehouse. I just wrote this for fun.
Author's Notes: Inspired by Somebody Loves Me (George Gershwin, 1924. Performed by Marion Harris, 1924).

 

“Oh Bertie,” sighed Madeline, gazing up at me with eyes gleaming with the unshed. “You will never know how sorry I am. But I know that someday you will find your true love, just as I have found mine.”

I took her delicate hands in mine and gave them a squeeze. “Bless your soppy little heart, Madeline,” I said, “I believe you’re right.” And I gathered the startled beazel into my arms and kissed the top of her drooping, golden head.