It started with an office hookup. Something discreet; an affair between two adults, but the longer it went on, the longer your feelings grew for the infamous Mercedes-AMG F1 Team Principal. [Editing] [Re-Writing]

Sir Gregory C. Holmes, the father to both Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes, has a proposition for his eldest son. While the Holmes estate is still prospering, Sir Holmes believes that a marriage will strengthen the family financially but also promise a future for Holmes name. Sherlock as always is unreachable and unsuitable for the institution of marriage, but Mycroft, on the other hand, has all the qualifications necessary for such an ordeal. In Victorian London, Mycroft and his bride, Anne Chapman, will struggle to create a marriage built out of business rather than love. But perhaps, love becomes their business.

Are you enough to melt the heart of the Iceman or are you just another goldfish?

Some fluffy imagines and one shots with different pov's, the reader or the writer. Sometimes just Anthea, I love Mythea. REQUESTS OPEN

Philophobia, The fear of falling in love or emotional attachment. That's what they say he had... it was so obvious, you didn't need John to diagnose him with it. Philophobia, that's what he had; the fear of falling in love. He was so cold, shutting everyone out. I didn't see that, maybe that's what made me special. Made me unique, because I made him stop. Perhaps I'm just too hopeful and positive, too determined and persistent. I knew he had a heart, I knew the iceman had a heart. I say that as if it were a secret, but I guess it was. I could see a man, One with a heart. He just didn't know he had it, Until he wanted to give it to someone. Someone who made him realise and open his eyes, And that someone was moi

From hated to loved, (y/n) now realises her worth and has a reason to live. Yet the past cannot be changed and when left to her own thoughts will she relapse ? And just who was that man who haunted her dreams ?

(Completed story !) She gripped the rim of the bedroom sink, then ran her hands over her face.Looking up to what she hated most and punched the mirror... Ignoring the throbbing pain she turns, sliding to the floor in a ball now sobbing silently. "One last time," she whispered to herself... One. Last. Time. P.S as a warning there will be lemon/smut in one of the chapter but it will be very brief !