Someone like you

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial using the prompt FFF298 ~ hidden chemistry and @fluffbruary using the image paint for the month of March. I have decided to continue this fiction that no one else would like to read, but me. This time it will be RonToto’s and Amamiya’s perspectives. This is an alternate universe, no spoilers are harmed.

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Fandom(s) : Kamonohashi Ron no kindan suiri, Yatagarasu: The Raven Does Not Choose Its Master

Characters: Totomaru “Toto” Isshiki, Amamiya, Ron Kamonohashi, mentions of Kawasemi-san, Yukiya, Nazukihiko/Wakamiya

Word count: 1095

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TOTO WAS not in the good mood after what happened last night. Sleepy and exhausted, the skirmish with General Kitayama and the owner of the fancy À la maison, Mr. Soke, was a nightmare that he didn’t want to experience again. For now, the French restaurant owner declared that he and Ron as persona non grata, painting them as pitiful guests. Recalling that he used to contact them almost every day to reserve a slot for his grandparents’ 60th wedding anniversary last year as his present, it took them six months before he received an answer. He was in a deep thought when Amamiya blocked his way causing him to drop his phone.

“How long have you known your friend?” Amamiya looked at Toto surreptitiously, not entirely avoiding his face.

“What?”

“I’ve got a call from Mr. Nazukihiko Soke. He claimed that you and your friend, Ron Kamonohashi, made a scene at his restaurant and was asking me what kind of lawsuit he could file against you two unless I talk to you and scold you myself!”

“Uhhh… he did really call?” Totomaru’s hands became clammy.

“What happened last night?”

@fluffbruary fun continues

Day 9 Accept | Icy |Ornament

Greg sat back and drained his glass. His face looked flushed in the firelight.

Mycroft followed suit, willing the drink and the fire to thaw the solid icy block lodged somewhere in his midsection.

"While I am grateful for your transparency, Lestrade, I will not require that level of detail regarding my brother's sexual activities in the future."

@fluffbruary fun continues

Day 9 Accept | Icy |Ornament

Greg sat back and drained his glass. His face looked flushed in the firelight.

Mycroft followed suit, willing the drink and the fire to thaw the solid icy block lodged somewhere in his midsection.

"While I am grateful for your transparency, Lestrade, I will not require that level of detail regarding my brother's sexual activities in the future."

Solace and Joy, Ch. 92: "Musical" (a 221b)

extended Fluffbruary, March 2025

Summary: The morning after the opera, the boys debrief. (con'd from ch. 91)

What did you think of Poe?

It was … heartbreaking. Exhilarating. Transcendent. You?

Involving, certainly. But I kept hearing it—evaluating it, even—at a distance. Through your eyes.

Then you must have loved it. I sure did. I never expected the opera to make such excellent use of his poetry.

It was compelling. Also, the composer’s very accomplished. Do you still want to see it again?

God, yes. And maybe you can hear it without the filter of my… initial reluctance.

You weren’t reluctant last night, you were fascinating. You made no secret of your reactions, and you were so caught up in it. Why were you?

Poe—he’s, well, the ultimate outsider, isn’t he. “And all I loved, I loved alone.” Addiction wasn’t his trouble, it was his response to his trouble. He gave so much to the world, and died too young to ever reach a quieter harbour. —But I have a question.

Tell me.

What’s the difference between an opera and a musical? You always avoid musical theatre, and make your dislike of it known loudly and often. How is it different from opera, really?

We’ll talk about it after we’ve seen it again.

You’re putting me off. There isn’t any difference, is there.

Isn’t any—John! I’ll get the tickets.

And then get some for Beetlejuice.

Ch 92 on AO3 (Ch 91) (Ch 90) (Ch 89)

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As June runs into warm July...

Drarry drabble 18 for @fluffbruary's prompt, tree. Title from Wendy Cope's poem, From June to December - Summer Villanelle.

It’s late, the evening sun ripe like an orange and casting shadows over Harry’s freckled back. He’s sprawled under the willow, drowning in heliophilic haze. Has been since noon.

When I nudge him with a bare foot, he smiles, all shiny teeth and soft crow’s feet. It’s easy to take his hand, to collapse into his side, sweaty and languorous, while he plays with my hair and I trace circles over his bony knees.

“Don’t wanna move.” His voice crawls out of him, slow and laden from the heat. 

“Then don’t.” Because the world can wait for this, for us.

This, and the rest of the drabbles are on AO3.

Infinifluff 3.14: Pie

One night when the moon hit John’s eye Shaped just like a big pizza pie His heart took a foray To meet his amore And Sherlock’s heart swelled in reply

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Infinifluff 3.14: Pie

One night when the moon hit John’s eye Shaped just like a big pizza pie His heart took a foray To meet his amore And Sherlock’s heart swelled in reply

@fluffbruary @ghostofnuggetspast @helloliriels @friday411 @peanitbear @meetinginsamarra

New Fic Alert! Creative Camouflage.

Fluffbruary Extended Edition Infinifluff. Prompts: postcard - pie - sketch.

Sherlock fandom.

Chapter 1 - Pi Day

Summary: The last time John "celebrated" Pi Day, was in Afghanistan. Now, he's back in London, limping around, working as a GP, and is bored out of his skull. A strange encounter turns his world upside down. He just doesn't know it. Yet.

@fluffbruaryl @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @helloliriels

@meetinginsamarra @safedistancefrombeingsmart @gregorovitch-adler @topsyturvy-turtely @jolieblack

@221beloved @ninasnakie @shy-bi-letsfuckingdie @7-percent @lhrinchelsea

@peanitbear @bs2sjh @brandiwein1982 @meandhisjohn @a-victorian-girl

@missdeliadilisblog @salmonsown @oetkb12 @jawnscoffee @gay-ass-bitch

@acumberlockedgirl @willamholmeswatson @whatnext2020 @mydogwatson @redmondcollege

@thegildedbee @ilovegayangels @elizabethhood @xmengal03 @riversong912

@givemesherbet-blog-blog @couldbecannibal @2old2b-fangirl @dw91165 @jonkwatson

@binx72 @macgyvershe @raina-at @dragoonthegreatest @kholkate

@fookincarrotsandpotatoes28 @talkativeanxiousturtle @aloeverawrites @ch0s0lvr @desi-yearning

(Let me know if you want to be tagged or removed from the list)

New Fic Alert! Creative Camouflage.

Fluffbruary Extended Edition Infinifluff. Prompts: postcard - pie - sketch.

Sherlock fandom.

Chapter 1 - Pi Day

Summary: The last time John "celebrated" Pi Day, was in Afghanistan. Now, he's back in London, limping around, working as a GP, and is bored out of his skull. A strange encounter turns his world upside down. He just doesn't know it. Yet.

@fluffbruaryl @totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @helloliriels

@meetinginsamarra @safedistancefrombeingsmart @gregorovitch-adler @topsyturvy-turtely @jolieblack

@221beloved @ninasnakie @shy-bi-letsfuckingdie @7-percent @lhrinchelsea

@peanitbear @bs2sjh @brandiwein1982 @meandhisjohn @a-victorian-girl

@missdeliadilisblog @salmonsown @oetkb12 @jawnscoffee @gay-ass-bitch

@acumberlockedgirl @willamholmeswatson @whatnext2020 @mydogwatson @redmondcollege

@thegildedbee @ilovegayangels @elizabethhood @xmengal03 @riversong912

@givemesherbet-blog-blog @couldbecannibal @2old2b-fangirl @dw91165 @jonkwatson

@binx72 @macgyvershe @raina-at @dragoonthegreatest @kholkate

@fookincarrotsandpotatoes28 @talkativeanxiousturtle @aloeverawrites @ch0s0lvr @desi-yearning

(Let me know if you want to be tagged or removed from the list)

As June runs into warm July...

Drarry drabble 18 for @fluffbruary's prompt, tree. Title from Wendy Cope's poem, From June to December - Summer Villanelle.

It’s late, the evening sun ripe like an orange and casting shadows over Harry’s freckled back. He’s sprawled under the willow, drowning in heliophilic haze. Has been since noon.

When I nudge him with a bare foot, he smiles, all shiny teeth and soft crow’s feet. It’s easy to take his hand, to collapse into his side, sweaty and languorous, while he plays with my hair and I trace circles over his bony knees.

“Don’t wanna move.” His voice crawls out of him, slow and laden from the heat. 

“Then don’t.” Because the world can wait for this, for us.

This, and the rest of the drabbles are on AO3.

A little late for @fluffbruary 26. The prompt was book.

A little late for @fluffbruary 26. The prompt was book.

FLUFFBRUARY may be over, but INFINIFLUFF is on the way!

Because February is just not big enough to contain all the fluff, we have fluffnapped the 14th of every month and appended those dates to Fluffbruary.

The INFINIFLUFF 2025 prompt list has arrived!

For the 2025 Fluffbruary: Extended Edition we adopted a theme: creative arts of all kinds, since that's what we all do in our tumblr / AO3 sandbox.

All fandoms, all ships welcome! Tag @fluffbruary in your posts so we can reblog your fluffy creations--and please reblog THIS post so your tumblr community sees it and comes to play in the fluff.

March 14 : postcard | pie | sketch

April 14 : contrast | architecture | shade

May 14 : charcoal | mural | perspective

June 14 : translucent | performance | shadow

July 14 : brush | collage | stain

August 14 : ink | horizon | canvas

September 14 : sculpture | improvisation | coda

October 14 : bronze | harmony | textile

November 14 : light | score | patina

December 14 : portrait | ephemera | wings

January 14 : landscape | opaque | proof

With so many creative forms out there, if we've missed a prompt that makes your heart sing, how about a "fluffer's choice" option?

Another double post in the tardiest @fluffbruary tale.

Day 7 Hand | Curls | Pattern

Greg peeked around the kitchen doorway at the pair on the sofa. John had rolled beneath Sherlock. One hand was threading through Sherlock’s curls and the other was having surprising success in opening the tiny buttons on Sherlock’s shirt. Greg watched for a moment, impressed at the dexterity. Surgeon's hands, his mind offered.

Greg pulled his head out of the doorway and leant on the back of a chair, trying to tease out the tangle of emotion in his chest. It wasn't that he was jealous of them, per se. He wasn't particularly drawn to either John or Sherlock, but it would be nice, a small, sad part of his mind offered, to have someone to touch like that, someone who would touch him the same way.

There wasn't anyone in his life at the moment. Dating was a nightmare. He couldn't even imagine asking a friend for a hug. He wasn't close enough to any family.

FLUFFBRUARY may be over, but INFINIFLUFF is on the way!

Because February is just not big enough to contain all the fluff, we have fluffnapped the 14th of every month and appended those dates to Fluffbruary.

The INFINIFLUFF 2025 prompt list has arrived!

For the 2025 Fluffbruary: Extended Edition we adopted a theme: creative arts of all kinds, since that's what we all do in our tumblr / AO3 sandbox.

All fandoms, all ships welcome! Tag @fluffbruary in your posts so we can reblog your fluffy creations--and please reblog THIS post so your tumblr community sees it and comes to play in the fluff.

March 14 : postcard | pie | sketch

April 14 : contrast | architecture | shade

May 14 : charcoal | mural | perspective

June 14 : translucent | performance | shadow

July 14 : brush | collage | stain

August 14 : ink | horizon | canvas

September 14 : sculpture | improvisation | coda

October 14 : bronze | harmony | textile

November 14 : light | score | patina

December 14 : portrait | ephemera | wings

January 14 : landscape | opaque | proof

With so many creative forms out there, if we've missed a prompt that makes your heart sing, how about a "fluffer's choice" option?

The 14th is only days away! Take a look at the March prompts/image, get creative, and don’t forget to tag us when you post your fluff on Friday.

So Good for Me

Drarry drabble for @fluffbruary's prompt yearn. CW for mild blood/gore.

“Your face, you’ve got — here, let me.” Harry reaches for Draco, eager to please, but Draco tuts, swatting Harry’s hand away. 

“You first, darling.” With Draco’s soft touch, magic spreads over Harry’s hot, sticky neck. It’s prickly, attentive.

“Feels good.” 

“You did so well, Harry.” Delicate fingers comb through Harry’s curls while Draco’s tongue slicks over bloodstained teeth. “Help me with my mess?”

Harry’s heart stutters while his trembling hand swipes over Draco’s crimson cheek. His open mouth captures Harry’s bloodied thumb in a delicious, wet heat.

“You taste so sweet for me, darling.”

Harry shivers, dizzy with Draco’s praise.