Bunny knows he's just a lowly amateur cricketer compared to A.J. Raffles - a prince of amateurs if ever there was one - but when the time comes, he has to take this chance to prove that he's worthy to stand on the same pitch.

"Carefully pulling back the crepe paper, the sight which met me made me catch my breath. Raffles had sent me a dress."

"I love you for all that you are." I heard someone say this, recently, and it was so sweet that I feel compelled to use it as a prompt to write a little series of short stories for the various fandoms and relationships that I love so much. A job's gone wrong, and Raffles is in a bad mood. Bunny blames himself. Softness ensues.

"'Oh, if, Bunny, what if, what if! One can "what if" anything. What if I were mowed down by a runaway hansom cab in the street whilst helping an old dear with her bags? What if I turned out to be the long lost heir to the throne of Monaco? What if, my dear rabbit, what if'"

"I know that if I could just reach out in the right direction, your hand would be there, waiting to be caught in mine. But no matter how far I reach, I can never quite catch you. I would say it is like trying to grasp a shadow, but the thought of that is too much to bear. No. It is simply like trying to catch A.J. Raffles. No one." / For the Brewer's Prompt: One Of These Days

'You sent me on some, some, rid- ridic- some stupid chase and all for, for, for what? I looked like a damned fool, Raffles, that's what. Whilsht'you go off and be all clever, as ushual, and I'm just… a damned fool.' / Bunny is drunk, insecure, and angry. Raffles is Raffles. / Brewer's Prompt: Saddle-Goose

"The game was croquet. Neither Raffles nor myself had played the game before, and the rules when laid before us turned out to be more complicated than I had presumed from watching ladies and gentlemen playing happily together on sunny afternoons. One seemed to require a university education in the sport simply to understand what was going on, let alone to win." Prompt: Croquet

"The longer I waited, the more bitter and unhappy I became, dwelling on real and imagined slights inflicted upon me by this Prince of Professors. This jewel of the cricket field. This most singular, wonderful, dangerous of men, A.J. Raffles. I began to believe, all of this is to say, that Raffles cared not a jot for me at all." - For the Brewer's Prompt: Billy

After the events of, "The Gift of the Emperor," Raffles gets an unsurprising visit. (TV verse)