(throws script down)

Writers: so, look, Magnus and Alec are going to take a break before the final bat–

Matt: throws down the script, storms out of room, packs up his trailer. 

Writers: but, it’s actually for a mature, realistic reason. And to allow them to grow individually. And it’s only tempor–

Matt (returning to room with his already-packed collection of Malec fan art): FINE. 

Writers (relieved): Great. 

Matt: But, only if they get to begin again before the end of the season. 

Writers: Deal. We actually have a great scene planned with them and the Alliance Ru–

Matt: And, they have to reunite and fight a dragon.

Writers: A dragon? But, they’re fighting demons, not dragons. We actually had a scene planned where they–

Matt: A. Fucking. Dragon. With fire and everything. Or I’m out. 


Originally posted by candyheartssupernatural

Romeo and Juliet

Originally posted by strategichomelanddivision

Originally posted by w0rds-keeper

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the story. Please do not copy or credit this as your own. Photos above are not mine

Pairing: Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad x reader

Requested by @child-of-winter-1215: I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me

Word count: 716

Warning: none

Tagging: @writingsofawaywardnerd @bunnyyumyum @rooks-and-blighters @thepandadrawer @romancingthecreed @fortunefavoredthebrave @thatonepieceofpaper @kebeo @galaxyparade @freedomaboveallelse @imakemyownblog @scarlet-marionette @an-order-of-fryes @amarabliss @greyhood99

A/N: Another very late request and I apologize profusely for that.

You groaned as you tried to recite your lines again.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.” You spoke clearly as cars began honking loudly outside. “Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must-AGH!”

You throw your script down onto your couch as you run your hands through your hair as you look outside onto your balcony. Snatching your script from the couch, you open the sliding door to fresh air and the last of the obnoxious car honks as you begin to pace from wall to wall.

Come on Y/N. You can do this.’ You tell yourself before spouting lines from your mind like a waterfall.

My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy. A rhyme I learn’d even now, Of one I danced withal. One calls within ‘Juliet.'” You project into the now empty skyline. Only a few cars passed by and the occasional voice bursting the delicate bubble of silence that seemed to have set over your neighborhood.

You continued to mouth your lines so as to try and not disturb your neighbors at such an ungodly hour until you heard a resounding knock at your apartment door. Quickly stepping back inside and completely abandoning your script for the second time tonight, you open the door to see a pair of goldish brown eyes stare back at you as you hesitantly took a step back.

“Um, hi?” You greet tentatively.

“Hey, so I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting Romeo and Juliet at me and I was just wondering why you were doing that.” The man with those strangely unique eyes bluntly states and you can only blink in response before you snap yourself out of your daze.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. I was just rehearsing for my audition bit for my university’s production of it and I was just having a bit of trouble with my lines. Didn’t think there would be someone actually listening in on me.” You laugh as your muscles relax. The man also begins to laugh as he starts to relax as well.

“Did you need some help with it? My friend’s also in it as well and he was actually having trouble with lines earlier.” He offers and you graciously nod.

“Thank you so much…” You trail off awkwardly, realizing you never asked for a name.

“Altaïr.” He informs and you smile.

“Y/N.” You reply before you motion towards your couch. The two of you sit down and you hand him your copy of the script while you cross your legs.

“So where do you want to begin? Act one, scene five?” Altaïr asks and you nod.

“Sure.” You reply before beginning to recite your lines. “O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet…

Before you realized it, it was nearly midnight and a few yawns had already escaped you.

“I think this is a good place to wrap up.” You sigh as you stretch your arms. Altaïr chuckles in agreement and hands you back your script.

“You’re doing better, I think. It was definitely better than what I heard earlier on your balcony.” He remarks and you smile.

“Thank you so much.” You tell him as you show him out.

“Not a problem. Have fun.” Altaïr replies and you laugh as you close the door. You move to place your script on your coffee table when a small slip of paper that you recognize to be a napkin you gave Altaïr during one of your short breaks. You pick up the paper only to see a hastily scrawled message on it.

Call me if you ever want any more help :)

On the back of the napkin, was a phone number that was most obviously Altaïr’s. You grin and let a small laugh escape as you enter it into your address book. You were definitely going to ask for his help again.

Lost Pup!


As much as Chanyeol was incredibly honoured to be able to be in such a big movie, it was hard to be away from home for so long. It was especially difficult on his birthday. He missed his family, his members… even all his teddies on his bed back at the dorm. Instead he was in an amazing city by himself with nothing to do but run over his lines for the next day of shooting.

It was already dark, winter creeping up on Chanyeol as he buried his hands deeper into his coat pockets and continued walking around the park near his hotel. At this time of night, the park was pretty quiet with only a couple of people around. He had been surrounded by cameras and staff all day so to be somewhere peacefully quiet was a welcome delight.

In the middle of the park there was a brightly lit water fountain that instantly drew Chanyeol. The water extended high into the starry sky before raining down into the pool below and starting over again. Sitting down on the wall beside it, Chanyeol pulled his script out of his backpack and started to read through the scenes he had tomorrow, imagining the set laid out in front of him. He was halfway through reading his lines when shouting echoed around the park, catching his attention.


Chanyeol jumped up from the fountain, throwing his script down on the wall while he looked around the park, trying to find out where the shouting was coming from. He spotted a woman, spinning round and round, running from tree to tree searching for something. Grabbing his bag, Chanyeol ran over, catching the woman before she tripped on an upturned root.

“Oh thank you,” you muttered, flipping your hair out of your face and looking up at Chanyeol with big wide eyes that looked liked they were about to cry. “Uh have you seen my dog anywhere? A little puppy, fluffy and brown, called Koda?” you asked quietly, stepping back out of his arms and looking around at the dimly lit trees.

Chanyeol turned on the spot to look for himself. “No, I haven’t but I can help you look for him,” he offered, looking back at you. Under the soft light of the street lights, he couldn’t help but notice how pretty you were, with your lip pulled between your teeth worriedly and your eyes wide open.

“You don’t have to,” you quickly insisted, starting to walk around the fountain. Chanyeol followed, running a couple of paces to catch up. “Seriously! It’s my fault, I didn’t hold his lead tight enough. KODA!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, pulling his arms through his bag and moving it onto his back. “I’ll check over there and we’ll meet in the middle.” He patted you on the back, hoping it was a comforting gesture, before jogging off in the other direction.

It was probably the worst time to lose your dog: the park was empty so there weren’t any people to slow him down and it was too dark to spot him darting off. Chanyeol kept looking though, wanting to turn your sad expression into a happy one when he returned Koda to you. “KODA!” he called out repeatedly jogging around the bushes whilst shining his phone’s light into the shrubs.

A little yelp drew Chanyeol’s attention, making him hurry over to the direction where he swore the noise came from. He dropped to his hands and knees, shining his phone in between the brambles. With his lead caught on a branch, the little puppy kept trying to tug his way free only to fall back slightly. “Koda?” The puppy yelped in response, trying to scurry towards Chanyeol. “Stay there a minute Koda, let me help you.” Crouching low, he reached into the brambles, wincing as the little thorns ripped at his arm. He found the lead and managed to detach it from the branches, cutting himself in the process. Once the lead was free, he leaned further and scooped the little puppy up into his big hand, slowly freeing it from the brambles. “There we go,” Chanyeol muttered to himself, holding Koda close to his chest as he rose to his feet and brushed himself down.

“Shall we go and find your mummy?” he asked the little puppy, laughing as Koda scrambled up his chest and starting licking his face. “I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said, cuddling the little puppy into his warm coat as he headed back to the water fountain.

From between the trees, you came running at Chanyeol with worry still etched on your face. Chanyeol instantly felt his heart lift at the thought of being able to make you smile again. “I don’t know where he’s run off to,” you explained, panting slightly out of breath. “Oh he must be so scared out there. He gets scared every time the doorbell rings.”

“He’s not scared anymore,” Chanyeol replied with a growing smile on his face. Opening his coat, he scooped the little puppy up in his hands and held him up to your face, letting Koda reach out and lick your face.

Your face lit up like a little kid on the morning of Christmas Day. “You found him!” you cried, taking Koda out of Chanyeol’s hands and squeezing him tightly in the crook of your neck. “Oh Koda! You gave me a heart attack. Don’t ever run off like that again!”

“I found him stuck in a bramble bush. He probably ran off chasing a rabbit or something and got stuck,” Chanyeol explained, leaning back and smiling at how cute the image of your reunion with your puppy was. “He was a little shaken but I think he’s just cold more than anything else.”

“Thank you so much,” you exclaimed, tucking your hair behind your ear as you dipped your head to kiss Koda. “I don’t even know your name.”

Chanyeol smiled and stuck his hand out in a gentlemanly manner. “My name’s Chanyeol,” he answered politely, grasping your hand tightly to shake it.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said in return, introducing yourself before taking Koda’s hand and making it shake Chanyeol’s too. “Can we buy you some hot chocolate to thank you? If it wasn’t for you, I would still be looking and Koda would be alone and scared.” Koda yelped in agreement. “Koda doesn’t want you to go either.”

Ruffling the fur on the top of Koda’s head, Chanyeol laughed a little and pulled his coat tighter around his body. “How could I say no to Koda?” he replied, smiling down at you. “We got really close when I had to stick my hand in a bramble bush to reach for him.”

“I know the perfect café,” you murmured, putting Koda on the floor and wrapping his lead around your wrist tightly. As soon as Koda’s little paws touched the floor, he was off, trying to sprint as fast as his little legs would carry him in whichever direction was away from you. “He always does this,” you explained, holding the lead with both hands. “Too much energy in such a tiny body!”

Unexpectedly, Chanyeol took your hands in his and started to unravel the lead around your wrist, wrapping it around his own. “I’ll hold him,” he offered, smiling down at you. You gave him a look that said ‘are you sure?’ to which he nodded.

You let go of your hold on the lead and immediately Chanyeol was sent flying forward, Koda instantly scrambling forward. Chanyeol stumbled forward a couple of steps, almost falling to the floor. He quickly recovered, jogging to keep up with Koda. “Whoa! Calm down Koda!”

“I told you,” you shouted from your spot by the fountain, in between your own fits of laughter. Meanwhile Koda just kept on pulling.

He didn’t know it then but years later, when Chanyeol was tucked up on the sofa in his apartment with you tucked up under his arm and a much larger Koda lounging lazily across the both of you, he would think back on his birthdays and know it was actually the best birthday ever.