"When angels can no longer fly, they fall to their deaths..." Four months after their first confrontation in the swimming hall, bored Sherlock Holmes is recontacted by none other than Jim Moriarty and forced into offering his consultations on a rather troubling case. What seems like a small request from the criminal soon turns out to be part of a bigger play in which many secrets are unveiled. The two geniuses' minds clash as they strive to gain the upper hand over one another; the new game is on, but the stakes are even higher this time. A slow-build fanfiction of the famed detective Holmes and the criminal mastermind Moriarty based on the BBC series. [Warning]: Contains dark erotic themes, self-harm, violence and bad language.

Moriarty is alive. He has a new plan since his perspectives of Sherlock have changed. Some things are about to happen...

"I HAVE BEEN RELIABLY INFORMED I DON'T HAVE ONE." "BUT WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S NOT QUITE TRUE." // written in a moment of inspiration, tell me if it's lame ok // also posted on my ao3 from blackcameos(thebaesicme)