Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: Sheriarty (Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty)
Summary: There was nothing sexual about it. Not in the important sense at least. It was a physical reaction, easily explained by the heady rush that came with each new deliciously intricate puzzle, by the thrill of the challenge, the chase. He had felt it even during their first games – not quite as blatantly then, but Sherlock knew what he liked, and the fact that Moriarty happened to be best at providing it was irrelevant.
Notes: I wrote the first two paragraphs of this story in late 2012 and came across them a few days ago. I'm guessing I originally intended for it to be a fun bit of smut, but it had a mind of its own and got a little more intense - I may have gotten slightly carried away with how in love I am with their love, haha. After four years away from fandom, I'm insanely thrilled that these two drew me back in, and I'm really excited to finally be contributing my first Sheriarty fic. Writing this story honestly felt like coming home - I'm so happy to be back. I hope you enjoy it! <3
Also posted on AO3, fanfiction.net, and Tumblr.
And sosososo many thanks to the makers of these videos for their fucking gorgeous inspiration, I cannot stop watching them: Don't Let Me Down & Clarity
P.S. Dear LJ, I missed you so much.