Psmith
[ Spherical Objects] by bravecows
Mike/Psmith.
I feel like this is the fic that I've wanted since I read the Psmith books. I mean, I didn't know that I wanted it, because I was very small at the time. (Mike and Psmith were probably my first ever OTP, and I had no idea that that was what they were.) But if I had been aware of what I wanted, this would have been it. It's absolutely amazing. The Wodehousian dialogue is a sparkling example of absolute perfection in the field, and the characterisation is beautiful. Overall, it's a beautifully formed little gem.
Exertion always made Psmith chatty. Where others, having acted and braved and done, rolled over onto their sides and got down to the serious business of having their forty winks with no further ado, Psmith settled back and pondered Life. Not for him the drooping eyelid, the whiffling snore, the foetal curl into the bedclothes. The pillow was to Psmith as the Clapham Common platform to the working Socialist.
Mike/Psmith.
I feel like this is the fic that I've wanted since I read the Psmith books. I mean, I didn't know that I wanted it, because I was very small at the time. (Mike and Psmith were probably my first ever OTP, and I had no idea that that was what they were.) But if I had been aware of what I wanted, this would have been it. It's absolutely amazing. The Wodehousian dialogue is a sparkling example of absolute perfection in the field, and the characterisation is beautiful. Overall, it's a beautifully formed little gem.
Exertion always made Psmith chatty. Where others, having acted and braved and done, rolled over onto their sides and got down to the serious business of having their forty winks with no further ado, Psmith settled back and pondered Life. Not for him the drooping eyelid, the whiffling snore, the foetal curl into the bedclothes. The pillow was to Psmith as the Clapham Common platform to the working Socialist.