"Sherlock, how many ways must I say it for you to understand? I'm love before Moriarty. I'm Eros before Moriarty. I'm more than Moriarty. Amor before Moriarty!"
When Mrs Hudson discovers a wad of well-loved and secretive looking paper in Sherlock's bedroom, who can blame her for reading it? After all, Sherlock is such an elusive mystery in himself. These letters could solve said case. However, if she does, she may get more than she bargained for.
Diary entries from Moriarty's past; back when he and Sherlock were young men, and dating! This story should be a simple question of young love. But the fact that Moriarty was - at the same time - concocting a plan to steal a lot of money, well, it complicated things. There is also a letter from Moriarty at the end, one of the 'Should I die, give this to-' letter-types.
Oh dear, Mrs Hudson. Are you ready?
Sherlock... Finally someone in Moriarty's size, not literally of course. Damn he was so sexy back then at the pool. Moriarty still felt arousal rising when he thought about the moment Sherlock lowered the gun onto the bomb. He wondered how it would have felt. His blood, mixed with the one of the master detective. Two consultants, one for crime and one for solving it, united in an explosion of heat and fire. Oh yeah, in his own twisted way, Moriarty definitely had a crush on Sherlock. Why else would he let this man get stalked like crazy? Sherlock was his first real opponent, his game partner.
And he was the reason why it all collapsed.
Just another Sheriarty ff that kept me busy at night :)
TRIGGER WARNING
suicidal stuff, violence, rape and angst