John: Can you please be serious for five minutes? Sherlock: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

John: This is such a bad idea. Sherlock: Then why are you coming along? John: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

Rick: Ok, maybe playing ‘whose family is most dysfunctional’ wasn’t the best idea we’ve had. Daryl's been crying in the bathroom for an hour. We can’t get them out...

John - *watching the news*: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Sherlock - *walks in covered with ink*: Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

John - *talking to Sherlock on the phone:* Did you preheat the oven like I told you to? Sherlock: You bet! John: At what temperature? Sherlock: 535. John: That's the clock. Sherlock: John: Sherlock: 536.

Daryl: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Rick: You and me!!! Daryl - *tearing up*: Okay.

John: Sherlock... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Sherlock: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. John: John: I wrote sanitize, Sherlock.

Rick: Can you keep a secret? Daryl: Do you know anything about my life? Rick: No I do not. Good point.

Rick: What’s up guys? I’m back. Daryl: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Rick: Death is a social construct.

Daryl: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Carol: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Daryl: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Daryl: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve. Rick: I think you mean cards. Daryl - *pulling knives out of their sleeves*: No, I do not.

I'm going through a Daryl Dixon theme at the moment!

Twins and Magical Related Things - Remus Lupin x OFC / Sirius Black x OFC

Elle Potter cannot stand her brother and his little croanies. James and Sirius make her life hell at school, and now with Sirius moving in, she has to deal with the both of them during her school holidays as well.

In her final year she gets thrown into the complicated world of boys, dating and parties, all whilst trying to finish her NEWTS and stay as far away from the Syltherin lot as she can.

Will everything become less complicated at some point? Probably not. Will she somehow end up falling for her brothers best friend? Probably.

(Work in Progress)

A Long Way To Go - Daryl Dixon x OFC

Violet

She tried to force herself to wake up, but she was too exhausted. The same nightmare haunted her again. Locked in a small prison with walkers all around her. They tried to squeeze their fingers through the narrow metal cage, and gnawed on it with rotting teeth. She screamed and begged, but the men in the walkways above laughed.

Neagan and his men pulled Daryl towards the commotion. They forced him to watch. It took him a second, but the moment he heard her voice, he tried everything possible to get away from his captures and protect her. He begged and pleaded with Neagan. He didn’t care if he’d die, as long as she would be free. As long as she would be safe.

“Let’s make it a little more fun!” Neagan called out to his men and they all cheered.

The pain started.

Violet jolted awake as she collided with the floor with a loud bang. Her scars burning, her clothes drenched and clinging to her. She didn’t remember crying, but she couldn’t stop. Loud, heavy sobs. Every part of her shaking, as she curled into a ball and rocked.

“Vi!”

It could have been hours, it could have been seconds, but her eyes came into focus on a familiar face. A safe face. Daryl wrapped his arms around her, making her feel so small.

“It’s alright,” he tried to sooth her. “We ain’t there anymore. We’re safe.”

She sobbed harder. She would never be safe again.

Poppy Ellwood and the Werewolf Professor - Remus Lupin x OFC

She turned around and bumped into someone, she did not realise had entered the carriage.

“Oh sorry…” Poppy muttered, looking up and meeting a set of hazel eyes.

“I think I should have given you a warning,” he chuckled, taking a step back.

Poppy got a good look at him. He was wearing a set of shabby Wizards robes that were darned in a few places. He had light brown hair flecked with grey, though he was quite young. He looked a little ill and exhausted with a few scars on his face and neck.

“I was just giving them something to perk them up,” Poppy held up the other bar of chocolate smiling.

The man looked impressed. “Someone that knows their remedies,” he smiled.

“Well, I’d be a useless Healer if I didn’t know the basics,” she chuckled.

Forbidden - Cullen Rutherford x OFC

Hidden away in Ferelden, is where they remained, their lives dedicated to the Circle of Magi. For Nyla, it was no different. She had been in the Tower for as long as she could remember, under the watchful eyes of the Templars. Never to leave, never to live a life like the others of her kind. She was born in the Elven Alienage in Denerim, sent away by her own family, when she showed signs of the so-called ‘Magical Curse’. Being an Elven Apprentice had proven tricky during her time in the Tower. She had spent the years being tormented and looked down upon by the Human Apprentices, and the Templars. Yet, despite that, Nyla had shown promise, she had worked harder than any others of her age and she intended to become a Healer, once she passed her final test and became a Mage. Today was that day. “Apprentice.” Nyla looked up from her essay, placing her quill carefully on the desk as she met the stern gaze of Grand Enchanter Irving. The Elderly Mage was flagged by two Templars, Greagoir the Knight-Commander of the Tower, and the new recruit, she had only seen in passing. “It is time,” Irving stated, a hint of sorrow in his voice. Nyla took a deep breath, feeling a sudden rush of fear wash over her, as the colour drained from her face. “Yes, Grand Enchanter,” she muttered, clambering to her feet and leaving her work, hoping to return to it after the Harrowing.