Biffy's gotten himself into a bit of a bind, and is now engaged to Honoria Glossop once again, Jeeves and Wooster have a plan to get Biffy out, and avoid Honoria's affections. (How could that go wrong?)

Set in the episode 'Brinkley Manor' of the Fry and Laurie TV series. "There's nothing to go on about in winning a prize for scripture knowledge. Bertie Wooster won a scripture knowledge prize. But, of course, Bertie frankly cheated." A slightly more serious missing scene about how the cheating may have occurred

A sweet little nothingness of a drabble (and a half); a delicate sugar flower on the wedding cake of fiction. Jooster. If there was anything even vaguely resembling a plot, it would be all I owned of this fic. As things stand, however...

i dont like having to post what kind of category it is. the books offered in the categories that i am looking for aren't even there.

My first Jooster, so please be kind? Bertie writes his own lyrics to the song from 'Totleigh Towers' and Jeeves overhears.

A Series, inspired by the Laurie/Fry Granada TV version, 1990's BBC. In Differing POVs. Epistolary Jooster. I write happy endings, peeps; known for it. This tale may take me a bit but we'll see where it endeth and wendeth eventually, shall we?

It is well known that a Wooster is seldom wrong. Notes: Contains some violence. The poem quoted is 'The Highwayman' by Alfred Noyes, 1906. Written for lamardeuse for Yuletide 2012.

Bertie decides to keep a diary of unsent letters to Jeeves, for whom he has been harboring the more tender emotions. Jeeves was never meant to read them, but as we all know, accidents happen...

Young Bertie learns of his parents' death. Prompt by lawnnun for the indeedsir "soft toys" drabble challenge.

Jeeves can act very well

Bertie and Jeeves head for the countryside but when the two-seater falls still and doesn't start anymore, they have to walk further. Something unexpected happens and it's got nothing to do with love this time. No Jooster in this story although Bertie mentions his love for Jeeves from time to time. You'll find out what happened to Bertie's parents!

Jeeves tells a different story about what happened after the infamous bicycle ride.

1st fic in my Jeeves series. It's from third person, by the way. If you were to go by the telly's timeline, it would be during season one. Man, I just adore Stephen Fry. Make sure to read my author's note, please. A pub fight ensues and some things happen. For once, Jeeves needs taking care of. Maybe Bertie won't screw anything up this time. Jooster

A collection of 100 drabbles taking place in the Jeeves and Wooster universe. Prompts are filled in no particular order. NOW COMPLETE!

Bertie loves his Jeeves but on one day, Jeeves isn't the Jeeves he once knew. Bertie blames himself for everything and tries as hard as he can to get Jeeves back. Read to find out what happened and what wil happen. Warnings for some slash and memory loss! Please review! Xx Last chapter's posted!

For a challenge I was given five words and had to write ficlets on each for Bertie. The words were buttercups, TARDIS, silk stockings, sika deer, and marathon... obvious if slight crossover in the second one :)

re-watching Jeeves & Wooster and this popped up. Based on the series based on the brilliant PG Wodehouse novels. What if another servant was harboring an unrequited love for the stalwart butler? Complete for now.

Enema-time with Domy!Ace!Jeeves and Suby!Bertie.

It's the soft pitter pat of the rain outside, and the ever increasing intensity of the storm. PWP.

It was not his habit to indulge. However, it wasn't exactly sporting to turn down a round when offered, and he found that the more he drank the less he thought about the problem of Love's Awakening.

Their love is interstitial, it exists in the gaps and the spaces between. It doesn't take up any part of them, but is rather the glue that holds all those parts together

It was odd, how dusty old armoires could bring out the rummiest feelings in someone.

It should have been raining. It's the only thing he can think as the events of the day play out in his memory like a motion picture missing most of its frames.

'I mean to say... Sir... I mean to ask, I suppose, Sir, whether anyone has ever explained to you the particulars of... of the coming together of a man and a woman, Sir, and how this results in the... propagation of mankind'

I dislike the telephone, as a rule. I dislike the way it redefines the rules of polite conversation. The way it disguises so many small clues to the psychology of the individual. The way it distorts the voice and warps the intent of one's words. Very, very angsty.