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It was a beautiful spreing day, Steve Rogers was strolling through a meadow of dandelions, some long since withered and spreading their white featherweight seeds, others in full blossom, glowing a beautiful yellow color contrasting nicely with the green of the grass. Like a kid at play he bends down and picks up another of the flowers, a soft smile playing on his lips as he adds it to the bunch already in his hand.
Not far away from him lies two men, fumbling with their electronic devices which Steve have no knowledge of how to work with. Both men laughs heartedly, sometimes pointing towards Steve when they think he dosen't see, but he dosen't mind they're allies and they're generally nice to be around.

After gathering a reasonably sized bouquet of the dandelions Steve ventures back to the others, watching their expressions turning even happier the closer he gets, with the bouquet on his back he kneels down in front of them, smiling joyfully with a hint of mischeif. "What have you got there Cap?" Asks Tony ignoring the mischievious glint in the others eyes, sitting up a little more he pokes the blondes abs. Bruce sits up as well putting his tablet aside looking inquisitively at Rogers, his left hand seeking Tony's lower back, holding him up and gently caressing in cirkular motions. "Nothing dangerous... or annoying, right?" Tony chirps in, surpressing a purr and glancing offended at Bruce for pulling such a reaction out of him.
Chuckling softly, Steve pulls out the bouquet from behind his back presenting it to Tony, "Weeds to show my love for you, Stark" with an even more offended look than Bruce recieved Tony glares at Steve, "And what exactly is-" Cutting the man of with a soft peck to his cheek as he hands him the flowers, Steve contiues "Dandelions, one of the most beautiful flowers I know, which can grow in anything, nearly impossible to kill.. Just like my love for you!"  Bruce couldn't help himself as he let out a laugh on Tony's expense, seeing the look of offence vanishing into bliss in a second. Accepting the dandelions from Steve, Tony smiles softly happy with the explanation, "thank you, Rogers" he murmurs shyly, examining the flowers closely, "would you mind picking some more for me?" it's a soft spoken question, and they all know there's no way Steve can say no to that, thus with a nod he straightens back up and heads back to pick some more flowers.

As Steve wanders around on the meadow Tony braids the dandelions, forming them into a flower crown for Bruce. Meassuring the size several times, and yet he still gets it wrong making what can only be described as a flower necklace. "Well, here you go Banner, a... flower necklace.." Looking down embarassedly Tony hands over the flowers, wishing Steve could hurry up with more so he can make another more suiting one for his lover. Bruce flashes him a smile knowing that he got the measurements wrong, because he was preoccupied with looking at Steve's firm behind as he would bend and pick up more flowers, "It's pretty, Tony. I like it" Bruce snapped him out of his thoughts, leaning in and kissing him tenderly causing a soft blush to spread on his cheeks, just in time for Steve to arrive back at their spot on the meadow. "Here you are Stark, another batch of flowers, not quite as many this time" he finishes with a chuckle, looking at the dandelion necklace around Bruces neck, "I bet that one there would fit the big guy better" Tony sends him a hateful glare before looking nervously towards Bruce, who had stopped humming and tensed his whole body, "Shouldn't have said that Rogers.. Shouldn't have said that!" Tony cast one last glance at Steve before scrambeling to his feet, running to a lone tree on the edge of the meadow hiding behind it with the new bouquet of flowers.

Picking up the flower necklace on his fourth round around the meadow Steve stops, panting softly from the long run. Hulk is standing near the tree Tony hides behind, distracted most likely by the smell of Stark, giving the soldier a little time to rethink his stragegy.
"STEVE!!!" The scream from the billionaire is urgent, slightly scared and begging, Hulk has noticed him and is circling the tree to catch him. As funny as it looks Steve knows now isn't the time to stand and watch, that is reserved for other more enjoyable events. "Coming!" he yells halfway at the tree, seeing his opportunity to execute his plan turn smaller by the seconds. Dodging a huge green arm with a barrel roll he manages to set of off the ground and jump into the tree, waiting for the best moment to finish the plan. "Dammit Rogers, will you hurry up, I'm not in a dying mood!" Tony's words are harsh yet filled with fear, as much as he wants to trust the other one, none of them truly know if that's a good idea. Preparing himself for immense pain if he miscalculates his jump, Steve breathes in three deep slow breaths and lets himself fall onto the back of Hulk hugging him softly as he places the flower necklace as a crown on his head, "Please calm down big guy, we mean no harm! You know Tony and I love you!" Tony sends him and incredulous look not believing the nerves of the captain "You idiot he'll kill us bo-" His sentance is cut short when Hulk pulls him close to his chest, big green arms holding him preotectively as Hulk slowly shrinks back down to Bruce, "Nevermind..!"

Later that eveing the three men returns to Avengers HQ, smiles on their faces and flower crowns sitting on their heads, Tony sporting a sly smirk as he absentmindedly straightens his shirt and pants, Bruce blushing ever so slightly and Steve discreetly holding a hand on each of the two other mens lower backs as he walks between them.

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Foggy damp and dark, the weather outside was simply put, horrendous. Yet it was just another day on Baker Street, nothing truly out of the ordinary, outside at least. Inside in 221B a beautiful slow violin piece was playing, nothing strange with that, Sherlock Holmes was a brilliant violinist, obviously, but this evening Mr. Holmes was not actually playing the violin, he was at the moment waltzing around, his arms held as if holding another for a dance, all though at the moment Sherlock was very much alone, ‘road-testing’ his self-composed wedding melody, recorded just the day before, for his best friend’s wedding. John Watson, Dr. John Hamish Watson the man Sherlock was waiting for, he had promised John to teach him how to dance for his wedding, John as it were had never bothered with dance, quite unlike Sherlock who, albeit not mentioning it to anyone, enjoyed dancing very much.
Sherlock had promised John to teach him solely to spend more time with the man, for whatever reason Mr. Holmes had found himself getting quite fond of the slightly older man, internally scolding himself for the sentiment each day, “Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side, little brother” he could hear his brother’s voice scolding him in his head. Shaking himself up a bit, ridding his mind palace off his brother’s words he smiled, Sherlock Holmes had found himself a goldfish, yes, granted he knew very well that it was too late, John had found the woman of his life, meaning John and him would most likely drift apart soon, but he had been there for him, been a part of John’s journey to happiness, and there was, is, NOTHING Sherlock wouldn’t do to keep him happy, John held his heart unknowingly, yes, but Sherlock knew it would always be safe with his blogger.
Pausing the music Sherlock went to the kitchen to boil water for tea, he figured John would be home soon and if there’s one thing he was certain about, it was that his flatmate liked a nice cuppa after a long day at work.

The front door to 221 Baker Street swung open and John called up the stairs “Sherlock?” He had completely forgotten their agreement about dance lessons, today that is. Whole week long he and Sherlock had been practicing and He had to admit he was glad Sherlock still bothered trying, John knew very well what a horrible dancer he was, and had to applaud his friend for not having given up on him like all the dance tutors in the past had. But today of all days, being their last day of practice, John had had an awful lot of patients, and he’d simply forgotten about time, with being as busy as he had been he had forgotten he was supposed to leave work early to go home to Sherlock. The question now was would he still bother trying?
Running up the stairs reaching the open kitchen door John smiled at the sight greeting him, there stood his best friend, greeting him with a freshly poured cuppa tea and a warm smile spread on his normally expressionless face. “You are late” he stated, the smile vanishing almost as soon as John had registered it being there, his own fading away with remorse, he had definitely screwed up now, losing Sherlock’s interest with being late, “Damn my work” He cursed under his breath, bringing the tea up to his lips.

Sitting down in his own worn out leather chair Sherlock turned to deducing his friend, as much as he hated to admit it, it had hurt him that John was so late, he shouldn’t feel anything but incredulousness, uncaring was what he was supposed to be, sentiment was a defect, but why had John stood him up leaving him feeling so hurt?
*Tousled hair, bloodshot eyes, bags under his eyes, tiredness, that much was clear, his breathing pained? No not pained he’s just out of breath, been running. Muddy shoes, he’s been running all the way from Bart’s, why? Upon further examination of his eyes, sympathy, remorse…* “You’ve been working over, due to a sick co-worker, taking his… no, Her patients along with your own, that’s the reason you’re late, and you’re sorry for it. You even ran all the way home from work” Finding himself gazing at John’s tear-filled eyes he raised an eyebrow in question, it seemed that he had hurt his friend by the statement, the deduction.
“You utter…” The smaller male could find no words to finish the sentence, Sherlock never ceased to amaze him, going from a spiteful child to an interested man, a hurt person to a forgiving friend. “Thank you” John smiled “for forgiving me for being late, and not letting you know, I-“ Sherlock raised his hand to stop his friend’s words “I know John, you’ve had a long day. Sit down drink your tea and let us chat before continuing our practicing, we have all night” Smiling lovingly Sherlock stood to guide John to his chair, cupping his friend’s face in his hands wiping away his tears with his thumbs, John looked at him embarrassed by his tears, yet thankful for Sherlock not mentioning them smiling weakly, “thank you”. A nod, that was all the response John got, but he didn’t actually expect more. Sherlock was always like that, hesitant almost distant to everyone around him, oblivious to feelings, or so he claimed ‘Highly functioning sociopath’ a small chuckled escaped his lips at the memory of the first time he heard Sherlock say that, needless to say he’d proven himself wrong countless times.
“What’s so funny?” The tallest leaned his head to the side, watching smaller with an expressionless face, he never quite understood the feelings John brought upon him, let alone feelings at all. “Just… reminiscing is all” smiling up at Sherlock John reached for his hand, “shall we?” Sherlock once more wiped stray tears away from his friends face and took his hand, taking the female stance for a waltz before turning for the music, “We shall, dear Watson”.
If Dr Watson had paid attention in that very second, he’d seen the tear struggling to fall from Sherlock’s eye, he didn’t however and even if he had, Sherlock hadn’t been able to explain it as he himself didn’t know why it was there.

For hours the two just spun around, lost in the music steeling themselves for the moment it would end, a moment neither of them really wanted. ‘End of an era’ Mrs Hudson had called it, and deep down Sherlock knew she was right, John was to be married the very next day, with a wonderful woman, the best partner he could have found, Sherlock knew she had her flaws but that’s really what makes anyone perfect, their flaws, what else should he read from them?
“Sherlock?” John starred at him sadly, he’d stopped their dance. It was needed he figured, since they both leaned on each other, but he wasn’t ready, not yet. “You should go John…” Sherlock’s eyes locked with John’s, “You’re obviously tired after a long work day, go sleep…” Cold statements, sentiment far gone, Sherlock had suppressed his feelings again, John could easily tell how guarded he’d suddenly become. Sighing deeply the smaller male nodded “I should… big day tomorrow” Wrapping his arms around Sherlock’s neck he pulled him down for a hug, “Just one more dance… please?” A reluctant chuckle left the cupid bow lips, then a nod and warm strong arms slowly leaving the smaller frame, “but I decide which song!”

Giggles, chuckles, wholehearted laughs all echoing through the halls off 221 baker street. The two men in 221b dancing in the apartment to none other than Dean Martin’s ‘Sway’, Sherlock singing along as he spins John around in his arms, John’s back resting against Sherlock’s chest, long slender arms wrapped around his waist as they sway from side to side, “I can hear the sounds of violins, Long before it begins, Make me thrill as only you know how, Sway me smooth, sway me now…. Other dancers may be on the floor, Dear, but my eyes will see only you, Only you have the magic technique, When we sway I go weak…” Sighing softly breathing in the scent of his friend Sherlock closes his eyes, a single tear falling as he slowly pushes john away, “Bedtime mister, you’re getting married tomorrow!” laughing softly John turns expecting to see Sherlock’s face, but is met with his back “yes mother” he answers sarcastically with a faint smile “goodnight”.
Sherlock waits for the sound of John’s footsteps to fade away completely before finally turning around “sweet dreams, dear Watson”. After turning down the volume, ‘sway’ plays once more in the sitting room of 221b, Sherlock tapping his arm softly, a tourniquet already on his upper arm and a syringe with clear liquid in his hand. “Sentiment is a chemical defect… so is this…”

~When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me~
Implied Johnlock... Implied drug use... sorrow...

Yea so... I've been working on this for ages, don't really know if it's good or not, it's been months since I started this, and I just spent a couple of hours finishing it tonight...

I needed to do something constructive, don't ask me why it has to be sad, it just HAVE TO!! Ok?!

I don't own anything.. except the idea...

Soooo it's been awhile...

Journal Entry: Thu Apr 3, 2014, 5:30 AM
Hey guys, it's been awjile since I was 'really on' by that I mean active on here. I've come by to look at your works and comment some, but I simply haven't found the time to sit down with a computer and really, REALLY be here.
Since October 18th last year I've been in a relationship with my sweet angel :iconladyxloki1994: and being hers have really helped me see the more positive sides of life! I love her dearly :heart::iconrainbowheartplz: 

I've been meaning to draw some things and write some stories, but still haven't gotten around to that... There might come a BBC Sherlock (Johnlock) Fic at some point, if I find the mood to write, maybe even a Thorki fic!

I just want you all to know that I'm still here, and still care!!


  • Mood: Tender
  • Listening to: Adam Lambert
  • Drinking: Cola


Tess de Sade/ Depp lover
Me Being 'Enkli ita Kalma'

Hello I am me, who the hell are you?
I bring the words from the dead!

Self-proclaimed maniac!!!

Vampire name: Tess de Sadé
Pirate name and status: Captain Cathly Birdshaw (Daughter of Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann)
Alien name: (Alien)Tess

Let me belong here! Break my fall!!!

My lovely LORD(I) You've brought meaning to my life...but soon, I guess it won't be enough anymore....!
(Adam Lambert so ROX my world!!!:iconadamderpplz:)

I live only for:
Her books (Anne Rice)
Their music (Lordi, Adam Lambert, Allison Iraheta, Cassidy Haley & 'Stala &So')
And his movies!!! (Johnny Depp, Tom Hiddelston)

Groups I'm in xD:
:iconlee-chaolan-club: A group about the incredibly sexy, Lee Chaolan :love: Founded By my Best friend irl TheHellcow
:iconoldandstillgood: A lovely new group, made by krissar This is for all the oldies ;)
:iconkazuyaxlee: The name say it all :XD: Great group founded by KazuyaTek
:iconglamberts-unite: A group about the lovely rock-god, Adam Lambert :love: Founded by deneen990

My Glamily :heart:

:iconjadenthefangirl: My Lovely Glam-daughter :heart: Loves you sweetie!!
:iconladyxloki1994: My second Glam-daughter :D :heart: Love of my life :iconrainbowheartplz:

Current Residence: I belong nowhere
Favourite genre of music: Hard rock, rock
Operating System: Windows 7
Favourite cartoon character: Jack sparrow, Alucard, Loki
Personal Quote: ~Life is a facade. Hard to look trough and impossibel to keep forever.~

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