Stories by Anonymous Plume

After the Second Wizarding War, Severus and Hermione form an unlikely friendship. Her inner light fills all the dark places inside him until he glows with her warmth. It's addicting and he flies towards her like Icarus seeking greater heights and the brilliance of the sun. They are happy until the unthinkable happens, and he and his melted wings crash into the cold, dark sea.

Hermione survives an attack that leaves her with a terminal diagnosis. And then everything goes to hell. Severus is living his best, smoking hot life until a former student comes around and blows it all up. It's none of his concern. Until it is.

Sherlock never realized how good he would be at this parenting thing. Or how much he would love it.

Sherlock and the Met are baffled by the strange deaths popping up around London. Of course, John knows what killed them, and when he finds whoever it is that was foolish enough to leave their kind exposed, he'll kill them, too. Besides, rogue newborns are far too dangerous, and he won't allow them to live in this city while his beloved does. *Part 2 of the Dark Things series*

John wants some things that even Sherlock could never imagine. * Part 1 of the Dark Things series *

When Sherlock is four, he learns that other children can be kind. That they can laugh with Sherlock rather than at him; can think him brilliant and funny. Sherlock learns that his heart can grow under the influence of another, and that it can slowly start to belong to someone other than him, too. This is the story of two little boys growing up together in Hellenistic Athens.

Two men, 2,000 years apart, were individually walking through a field one day, when something fuckin' weird happened. And that's how Sherlock met Jon. Or, whatever his awkward, Roman, mouthful of a name is.

Unbeknownst to John, he kind of just broke Sherlock.

The day Mary Watson invited Sherlock to tea, he was a nervous wreck. 221b drabble - As in, 221 words, the last word begins with a 'b.' Mary Morstan/John Watson, Sherlock.

Some of the best things come in small packages. 221b drabble. Pre-slash.

Apparently, John is a human pin-cushion. Pre-slash/friendship.

John is mooning about, and Sherlock is having none of it. "If you need me," he said in a voice thick with affected despair, "I'll be hanging myself upstairs." Pre-slash.

**Post-Reichenbach Fall! John goes about his days. Work. Sleep. Breathe. He hates that.

When a new evil threatens Britain in the wake of Voldemort's defeat, Severus and Hermione join forces to shut it down.