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sl0t4matt · 3 days

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k. yildiz bf! headcanons

thank you to the person requesting i’ve been meaning to write abt him, he’s so underrated!!!

❀ bf! kenan, who was your best friend before you even started dating.

❀bf! kenan, who’s family tried to set the both of you up just because they loved you so much.

❀ bf! kenan that you were first sceptical about when he confessed his love for you, since you knew your friend doesn’t do relationships and usually has 5 different situation-ships. you never want to be just an option for him.

❀ “please, y/n just one chance i wouldn’t say this if i didn’t mean it, i would never want to throw our friendship away like that.” the truth was that you also liked him, but you knew you could never get in a serious relationship with him, according to the way he acts.

❀ he had to explain to you somehow that he does means it seriously, so soon enough he brought you to your favourite place. the place you and kenan had been going to since you were younger. the beach. he told you everything. from how he had always loved you but kept denying himself to now. he counts every single thing about you that makes him love you, naming even little things like how your nose would get all scrunched up when you found something cringey.

❀bf! kenan, that has always been the sweetest with kids and loves to play with them.

❀bf! kenan, that would tell you all about the new football players he’s been meeting. you’re so proud of him for making it this far.

❀ bf! kenan, that would call you turkish pet names like: askim, kalbim, güzelim.

❀ bf! kenan, who buys you a ticket for his games wether you ask or not. he just loves having and seeing you there. it also gives him way more of a want to score, knowing you’re there. you don’t exactly mind it, considering you always loved watching football ever since you were younger. (always watching it with you brother and dad) but now you especially do because it’s your boyfriend that’s on the field. of course you’re scared for his safety on every one of his matches but that just goes with it.

❀ bf! kenan, that takes you out out on fancy dinner dates every time he can, treating you like the complete opposite of his pervious situation-ships. of course him paying for the both of you. he thinks no woman should ever have to pay for a date. he’s a big gentleman with you.

❀ bf! kenan, that buys you cute lingerie. if he’s the only one to see it, might as well buy it!

❀ bf! kenan, that you would poke in the ribs and tickle every time you see the opportunity to. he’s the most ticklish person you’ve ever met, that makes it so funny for you doing it.

❀ bf! kenan, who only lets you do his eyebrow-cut because one: he doesn’t trust anyone enough to and two: he once fucked up bad doing it himself when he you weren’t there, so he’s scared to do it again. you never were one to moan about it, though. you knew he was shit at stuff like that.

❀ bf! kenan, who’s love language is kissing your neck, leaving you with loving marks.

❀ bf! kenan, that puts his controller away only for you, no one else. there were days where you would sit on his lap while he played his weekly fifa sessions with his teammates. you would grind your butt on him, teasingly to let him know to stop and he immediately did, almost jumping out of the chair.

❀ bf kenan, that takes you with him to turkey whenever the world cup starts. not only focussing on his upcoming games but also his girlfriend. he would take you to all different type of places. from the city to the small homey like towns beside the city.

#kenan yildiz #juventus #yildiz #arda güler #turkey #juventus fc

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empyrcals · 3 hours

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‘ hazal filiz küçükköse, cis woman, she/her, 34 / 340 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems ZEHRA DRAVEN has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be DYNAMIC and is said to describe themselves with STARFALL PERSONIFIED; YOU BURN BRILLIANT AND LEAVE THE WORLD IN AWE IN YOUR WAKE, A SOUL OF STORMS; YOU ARE AT WAR WITH THE MANY HIDDEN PARTS OF YOURSELF, A RARE SOFTNESS AMONG SHARP SHADOWS; YOUR LOVE IS HARD-WON BUT REWARDING, THE BEAUTY OF THE BEAST REFLECTED IN ANOTHER CREATURE WHO KNOWS THE DARK, A SCATTERING OF ROSE PETALS and with all of this in mind their CALCULATIVE nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

BASICS

full name. zehra yildiz draven

position: lady of the night court, sister to the high lord of night

nickname(s): none, she doesn't really do nicknames. give her one I dare thee

age. 34 / 340 yrs old .

d.o.b.: july 20th

status. betrothed to emilios acheson, high lord of spring.

gender. cis woman.

orientation. bisexual

species: high fae ( able to storm wield, winnow due to the draven bloodline/court of night )

allegiance. zehra is loyal to those who have earned it, meaning her family - especially timur. only recently within a year is she loyal to emilios seeing part of herself in him - the rest of his family the jury is still out on where she stands with them currently..

spoken languages: common tongue, illyrian, old fae

FAMILY

father: former high lord draven -- status deceased / murdered.

mother: former high lady -- status: deceased ?

siblings: timur draven ( high lord, elder brother ), emira draven, melinoe draven ( younger sisters )

partner: emilios acheson ( they've been betrothed for a year now )

children: none.

other familial relations: seraphina draven ( sister-in-law ), aylin & aslan ( niece and nephew via emira ). we also count her brother's inner circle as family.

PHYSICALITY

faceclaim. hazal filiz küçükköse

hair color. dark brown/ near black (it's a rich natural color changing shades depending on the time of year ) .

eye color. brown .

height. five foot nine.

scars. none.

build: athletic yet curvaceous. She is finely honed and has all the right curves in the right places - goddess level please.

dominant hand: while ambidextrous, zehra favors her right hand

notable features : her eyes, her bone structure, all the things

TRAITS, PERSONALITY & VICES.

cowardly ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● brave energetic ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ lethargic forgiving ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ vengeful charitable ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ selfish authentic ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ deceitful chaste ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ lustful humble ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ boastful naive ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● experienced cautious ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ ○ ○ daring restrained ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ bold trusting ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ○ ● ○ ○ suspicious

SMOKES ? : no. .

ALCOHOL USE : yes. within reason but not to access - zehra is the sort who always likes to keep command of her own senses.

PRONE TO VIOLENCE ? : no. not unnecessarily violent but it can be stated that while not able to manipulate nightmares as her brother can being high lord Zehra can be an absolute terror and force to be reckoned with. she is the storm and the darkness and the stars hurt something she cares about and she will burn your world down. this, though, is mainly kept at bay; part of herself she hides well and does not tap into regularity, choosing to plot her way through things and using her mind for much of her life, which is equally as dangerous with dark ambitions that whisper at the edge of her mind.

PRONE TO CRYING ? : no, not that she's not cried. its a deeply private emotion that even if she trusts her own blood its not ever on display. it takes great emotion to push her to tears..

EMOTIONAL STABILITY ? : quite high. zehra is emotionally stable through years of training herself to only show what she wishes.

SELF DESTRUCTIVE ? : no. zehra is a builder, an architect of her own design plotting out a way while not her brother's advisors nothing she does is ever not a calculated move playing a game ten steps ahead of everyone else. while her ambitions are not fully voiced or yet believed in - in the right circumstances her darker shadows and plans would thrive but destructive - never to herself but she will ruin you for anyone else.

PHOBIAS ? : none that she would admit.

BIOGRAPHY / OVERVIEW

vague but detailed enough | tw death, murder, violence mentions

you are named for what they've always hoped for you - radiant brilliant light sparkling amidst the heavens as a paragon of your kind. You will never lead, and you will never be a high lady of the night - you are the dazzling one. in many ways, from the moment you are born, they do a disservice to you. Your parents love you. There was never any mistake in that, but you were not the child born first to them, and try as you might, and you would try incredibly hard; you were only their spare. A decade of so younger than your brother, your beloved and beautiful brother - you were there if he were to fall. If he failed, the line of succession would fall onto you, and as much freedom as you had, there was structure and preparation for a thing all of them were thoroughly sure would never come to you. Still, their brilliant little star, their shining, shimmering darling, had to be prepared for all things to go at all costs.

Maybe you were born broken - the girl meant for greatness already shoved into a box you hadn't made for yourself, slowly tearing at walls, wanting to be more. You always, always wanted more, knowing from before you were even a century old you could never be a sister, daughter, or wife to just anyone and be just that. It was in that realization that you discovered facets of yourself - you found who you were amid the chaos of living for what would be an eternity to some. you love fiercely who deserved love back but waste none of it on pure folly or idiotic love sick passions in yourf youth. train for your own war, knowing while you would fight and could nearly claim to be better than a good portion of your brother's inner circle, even asking to work with Illyrians - the wars you would fight would be of deeper shadows. Let Timur prepare to be a lord of lords, and while younger sisters could thank you for their relaxed freedoms and privileges, you were the one to watch and be in awe of. A master of the game and of politics, knowing nothing you did was left to chance - everything was meant to move things in the right direction.

You loved your father more than anyone - you would dare say more than any of your other siblings despite not knowing secrets stil kept from you. you admit to him once at a game of chess under the stars, having parted from adoring followers at a midsummer party, that it is exhausting trying to impress him. You admit all you desire was to be helpful, irreplaceable, and invaluable - to be appreciated and involved- and to be told you were those things to the man you admired most. He merely sipped his wine with a smile and proceeded to play chess until the sky grew quiet and the sun shooed the moon from sight. you thought a most dangerous thought - Mother, preserve me. I wish he were dead. It was only a thought - one you'd never act on, but did it shock you any less when the next day he was? Did you also not selfishly hope just for a moment, even as you adored your brother, that maybe, in some twist of fate, you would inherit that power? It had been shocking, and you had such a passing thought, but this was never for you.

Timur had his inner court, the court of nightmares and all the things that came with it. You would be the storm, you would be protector and destroyer beyond them knowing as much as he hides it your brother fears and you will not allow him the same fate. You protect your jovial younger sisters and you protect your niece and nephew. How do you protect them, shoving down your own dark ambitions, wrapping yourself in a more profound mystery, and making sure you leave the rest of the world in awe of who you are? Let them stare at you, they will never know all that you are but in accepting this role you hide a piece of yourself that lingers in the dark. Where is the woman who wanted everything - wanted power and might - to have it all because one deserved the world? Do you remember your shadows?

You hide them; you fight those tendencies until you meet an unexpected stranger. Spring. Oh gods, how you loathed pastels and pretty, flowery things until the high lord of the spring court was nearly enough tripping over himself for you. Instantaneously, he could've declared you his ideal and perfection realized - everything he had ever wanted. You try to resist advances to make him earn what he desires - your hand. You see him, though, and you see yourself - you see what could become, and for the first time in centuries, the monster you know you are who craves a world shaped by your own hand, which has for so long been dormant beneath flesh, and bone is reflected in someone else's eyes. Do you love him when you accept his hand - do you love him now? Yes, it would be too simple an answer and a word too easily tossed around, but you've come to find something admirable in flowers, roses especially, and in wild beasts, and it is just the beginning.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

All the things please. Let me help you build up your beautiful characters and create something amazing. Old friends, new friends, enemies, former lovers, illyrian pals, sparring partners, rivals, people she is ready to use, unexpected and cool things. also to echo a want from timur's intro the person who ended the draven siblings father - all the things.

#death meantion tw #murder tw #ofcourtfables:intro #⟨ ⋅ ——«« • »»—— / ‹ zehra. › introduction ! ⟩

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xbludlust · 1 year

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❝ to stop feeling emotions , to stop wanting to feel them … is to feel ― death . ❞

𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 : nadia baysal ›› banshee ›› hande ercel .

❛❛ aesthetic . ❜❜ ― ◜ ❏ . ― more graveyard than girl ; a harbinger of death , piles of bodies in unmarked graves , she’s the kind of girl who would kiss monsters instead of running away from them , that pretty little thing that can shatter your skull with her voice , night time walks soundtracked by violins , the sweetest taste coated on your tongue , delicate stitches that leave behind the feeling of her warm touches . ⸻ tw : death tw , kidnapping tw , experimentation tw .

🇦🇵🇵🇱🇮🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳 ››

― ◜ ❏ . ― oc. hande ercel. cis woman. she/her. ― i saw nadia baysal on the streets, you know? the 29 years old banshee, i think they been around beacon hills for five years, but i can be wrong… not like they can leave now, anyway. i heard a rumor that they want to heal the nemeton. they hum dark in my imagination by of verona, you know? ⸻ .

🇧🇦🇸🇮🇨🇸 ››

full name : nadia baysal .

age : 29.

date of birth : june 21st .

occupation : veterinarian .

species : banshee .

language(s) spoken : english , turkish , arabic , greek .

hair color : brown .

eye color : brown .

notable scars : a couple of faints one here and there due to her father’s experimentations .

🇮🇳🇹🇪🇷🇮🇴🇷 ››

positive : charismatic , strong-willed.

negative : headstrong , impulsive .

moral alignment : neutral good .

deadly sin : pride .

element : darkness .

emotional stability : its there .

alcohol use : socially .

prone to violence? : if provoked .

drives / motivations : herself / those she cares for / justice .

character parallels : eda yildiz ( you knock on my door ) + karen page ( daredevil ) + kara danvers ( supergirl ) + elle woods ( legally blonde ) + jane ( tarzan 2016 ) .

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mother : unknown ( deceased ) .

father : mustafa baysal ( deceased ) .

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― nadia was conceived through artificial insemination with the purpose of being experimented on . This was imbued with unknown genetics of a species that was her mother and his own as her father, mustafa , was obsessed with the women in his family who were born banshees as his mother was . nadia’s mother died while giving birth to her and as a young girl nadia was subject to experimentation by her father .

― At one point this took place every day in every part of her body including her head, chest and womb . She was aware that each time those experimenting on her would comment that there is no reaction to awakening her banshee powers and how the experiments were a failure . Her father believing that banshees were a gate way to controlling death and avoiding it .

― still despite what went on behind closed doors , nadia got to go out and somewhat live a normal life . neighbors never minded the girl and often times would worry about her. Seeing her with bruises and cuts to which her father would excuse it for her falling ( as she often did but her wounds would slowly heal ) . at one point he succeeded in awakening her powers early on and as she grew and people began to go missing , nadia would tell those family of their death before bodies were even found or not at all .

― Her powers eventually lead her to being ostracized in her small town . at one point people were going missing and nadia screamed for every single one . thinking she had something to do with or even know something , one of the parents took nadia to force a confession out of her . her father and a mob finding her not too far behind . mustafa wanted to make it seem as if the man who took his daughter was behind the disappearance but it was soon after revealed the fact that it was he behind those kidnappings. trapping everyone in the warehouse they were in , her father planned to kill them all as her to scream for him , she did .

― they often say be careful what you wish for . Her father got exactly what she was hoping to meet . DEATH . nadia felt as if she couldn’t breath looking at all those in the room around her and all the negative emotions she was feeling . they were in the very same location in which her father had killed those who were missing . where he would experiment on her . She screamed , letting everything out and screamed as their death came . killing every single one of those who came and were caught in the crossfire .

― found the very next day by local authorities , nadia was soon put in the system . Moved to a different town / city , where nadia went from foster home to foster home until , she was old enough to branch out on her own . learning to control her powers and keeping them in check as much as she tried during her schooling . finishing school and becoming a veterinarian, while doing so , she often helping out werewolves and other supernatural creatures .

― it wasnt until 5 years ago that she felt herself drawn to beacon hills and moved there . landing a job at the animal clinic . where most have learned her to take her job seriously and come to find out despite her kindness she has a temper to her .

#neme.intro

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tcmpest · 1 year

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╰ ┈ [ burak özçivit , 40 , cismale , he/him ] in the time of dragons , altan dayne is entering the game of thrones . said to be levelheaded + calm , we can only hope that is the case as regrettably they are also well known to be withdrawn + stoic . when asked about them , people are always reminded of a valyrian steel blade hung over the mantle ; books of laws and histories read by candlelight, rain outside the window ; the calm in the eye of a tempest . though they are the ruling lord of starfall , their true loyalties lie with the house dayne / martell and rumour has it that if given the choice they would support their family above all else . those of us in the shadows wish them luck and can only hope they will survive what is to come .

BASICS.

FULL NAME: altan dayne TITLES: ruling lord of starfall AGE: forty GENDER: cismale, he/him. ORIENTATION: pansexual RELIGION: faith of the seven STATUS: married LOYALTY: house dayne / house martell

FAMILY.

FATHER: former ruling lord bahadir dayne of starfall, deceased MOTHER: former ruling consort vahide dayne nee sand of starfall, deceased SIBLINGS: lady seda yildiz tarly nee dayne, twin sister ( + hisham tarly, good brother ) ; ser aeron dayne, younger brother ; lady leyla dayne, younger sister NIECES/NEPHEWS: lady sirin tarly ; lord ihsan tarly ; lord adil tarly ; lady fairuza tarly CHILDREN: n/a SPOUSE: ruling consort myrielle dayne nee qorgyle

HISTORY.

altan dayne’s childhood was a lesson in extremes. there were expectations--for he was the heir, even if his twin, younger by minutes, had always had the better mind for politics--but there was freedom, too. that his parents adored him there could be no doubt; that his parents’ love for each other was not so simple was equally clear. emotions ran high in the palestone sword, and where seda learned to manipulate them, altan learned to shut them out--and so even the twins, alike in so many ways, were a lesson in extremes.

the first and only time altan spent extended time away from starfall was in his youth at the water gardens of sunspear. though stoic and reserved even then, altan was not unsociable; those years became a memory of idyllic youth, a sense of freedom and friendship coloring his reflections. but he was the heir, and he would never forget it, and when younger siblings came along they became his responsibility.

and this was altan’s way: his duty was his duty. there was no point in contemplating wants or dreams; they could scarcely affect his reality. and so he didn’t. he did as was expected of him, though he was quick with a sword and skilled with a lance and fond of the histories and sciences. those were not the pursuits of a lord-to-be. alongside seda, he helped to raise his younger siblings, even when still a child himself, bringing the structure that he so loved for himself and enforcing the rules that it often seemed their parents would not. never once did he complain, never once did he question.

eventually, altan became ruling lord in his own right. he mourned, as was expected, and then he ruled, as was expected. always rather by-the-book, he carried this attitude into his tenure as lord. but, despite their years apart, his twin had always been his constant companion and most trusted friend, and she had grown into someone all the more politically-savvy and brilliant. it didn’t take long for him to realize he needed to follow her lead in his style of ruling, and it didn’t take long for altan to rely on seda in this, too, relying on her advice even if it had to come by raven.

time passed. he married, he arranged betrothals, he learned to trust his own judgement. he slowly--so slowly--softened, even if only slightly. the realm became a pot gradually coming to a boil. altan, who’d scarcely left dorne in his life, began to rely on himself and his wife and those closer to home more than ever before. nothing, nothing, was more important than protecting his family, than keeping them safe from the violence that seemed to simmer just below the surface. now, brought out of starfall and into the fire, he will do what he must to ensure the daynes--and the dornish--make it out alive.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

01. long-distance confidante : altan doesn’t love leaving starfall. he also doesn’t trust those outside dorne easily. that hasn’t stopped him from, somehow, forming a close friendship with this person. this would be a ruling lord/lady or maybe an heir, someone who also doesn’t like to leave their lands ( or maybe someone who doesn’t like to stay, his opposite ). they met in person somewhat by chance either when younger or as adults and maintained a friendship through letters for years.

02. childhood companions : people he grew up with in the water gardens! friends or enemies, estranged or close. maybe someone he once loved if we’re feeling spicy.

03. convince me : honestly. with how straight-laced altan is, he wouldn’t be that hard to manipulate if one went about it the right way. someone closely allied to any of the causes could be doing their best to sway him to their side--really, all it would take is convincing him it’s what’s best for his family.

more to come ! brain empty !

#c: altan dayne #thrones.intro

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kaya-yildiz · 2 years

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( alp navruz, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that KAYA NIJAZ YILDIZ is a thirty five year old ARCHITECT that’s been in Chicago for TWO YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL 1 with the power of DREAM WALKING. That must be why they’re HARD WORKING and DETACHED. If you ask me, they remind me of perfectly starched shirts with baby spit-up on the shoulder, wine soaked midnights, and the smell of expensive cologne. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

QUICK FACTS

full name: Kaya Nijaz Yıldız

(Kaya from stone, because he's an architect eager to put down firm roots. Nijaz from desire or wish, because he can walk through your dreams and make your wishes come true, even if just for the night. Yıldız from stars, because that's where dreams take you)

age: thirty five

gender: cis man

personality: aloof, detached, stressed, mournful

height: 6'0

star sign: virgo (born 9th september)

fc: alp navruz

first impressions: when your character first meets him, there's a couple of things they might notice about him. he's more or less always got a newborn baby in his arms, and he's very frequently got a toddler in a pushchair or dangling from his hand, too. he speaks english fluently, but lightly accented: a mix of french and turkish.

TIMELINE

trigger warnings: miscarriage, divorce, death (in childbirth)

1987, sep. 8. kaya is born in ankara, turkey. his mother is a diplomat, his father is an 'investment banker'. kaya is doted upon when his parents are around, but they're often not.

1994, aug. the family move to lichtenstein for his father's work while his mother takes a sabatical. kaya's education and social development is disrupted. he struggles with the german language.

1998, jan. the family move to france where his mother will begin working with the turkish embassy there.

2005, sep. kaya begins attending the National School of Architecture and Landscape of Bordeaux. he was obsessed with the idea of home, having never felt at home anywhere, so architecture felt like that natural conclusion.

2009, sep. kaya graduates, begins working with an architectural firm in paris.

2013, kaya meets cordelia. she's a whirlwind compared to his reserved nature; she encourages him out of his shell, to walk on the wild side once in a while. he, in turn, helps her stay tethered. they balance each other out.

2016, they get married

2017, they find out cordelia is pregnant

2018. cordelia miscarries. she deals with it by drinking and cheating. he deals with it by withdrawing.

2019. serves cordelia with divorce papers.

2019, autumn. feeling dejected and heartbroken, kaya goes to a speed dating event, thinking it's a joke. but he really clicks with a woman called sonya, bright and loud and american, and he makes a bit of a rash decision.

2019, may. 9. kaya and sonya elope, moving to chicago -- kaya is self-employed/freelance so can work anywhere, but laura owns a chicago based funeral home so couldn't move away.

2020, nov. 15. they have their first child, vespasian. life is good.

2022, apr. 18. sonya dies giving birth to their daughter, leaving kaya a single father of two. he has inherited her funeral home and is currently trying to manage it along with his own architecture work. he is brusque and snappish with employees, not making a great impression. mental health? not great, not great.

BABIES

Vespasian Vaughn Yıldız. Vespasian from West, to celebrate Kaya's big move West. Vaughn from little, because he's their little baby. Nicknames: V, Vesp, Vesper.

Jane Banou Sofia Yıldız. Jane from her mother's middle name - Sonya didn't live long enough to name her, so Kaya went with an honour name. Her two middle names, Banou and Sofia, are two of their top choices they'd discussed during the pregnancy. Nicknames: J, Janey, Jojo, Baby JB

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escortingsouls · 2 years

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( hazal filiz kucukkose, cis woman, she/her ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that KAMELYA JULIETTE YILDIZ is a THIRTY-FOUR year old THERAPIST FOR HUMANS & GHOSTS that’s been in Chicago for FOUR YEARS. According to the file, they’re a mutant on LEVEL 3 with the power of GHOST WHISPERING. That must be why they’re EMPATHETIC and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE. If you ask me, they remind me of unintelligible mumbling to something unseen, lipstick stains on the rim of wine glasses, moonlight reflecting off a dark lake. They are affiliated with NOBODY.

basics;

FULL NAME: kamelya juliette yildiz NICKNAMES: kam, kami, lya GENDER: female BIRTHDATE: september 27th SPECIES: mutant AFFILIATION: neutral

personality;

ALIGNMENT: lawful good ZODIAC: libra MBTI: esfj POSITIVE TRAITS: patient, intelligent, social, good intentions NEGATIVE TRAITS: indecisive, vindictive, people pleaser, noncommittal

backstory;

CHILDHOOD:

kamelya was born on the side of the road in west virginia on a sunny september evening in 1988. her mother went into labour while they were travelling with the circus. she was delivered by her father and the circus’ strong woman.

her mother was a mutant with the ability of precognition. she worked as the circus fortune teller. her father was a human who worked as a sword swallower. they made quite the unusual pair.

kamelya’s childhood was fun. she grew up travelling all over the country, meeting new people and watching the shows every night. her parents home schooled her, meaning she didn’t have much interaction with other children, besides jess, but she didn’t mind. the circus was her family.

when kamelya was 12 years old, her mother was shot in the chest by a mutant hunter. he’d posed as someone who wanted his fortune read, then murdered her in cold blood. it broke kamelya’s heart.

the rest of her teenage years were spent hiding behind the scenes, fearing that the rest of her circus family would get taken away from her, too. there were quite a few mutants working there.

at the age of 16 kamelya started seeing ghosts. at first, she thought she was imagining things. it wasn’t until she saw the ghost of her mother that she truly believed. with her guidance, she learnt how to use her power and what she could do with it.

hearing ghosts whispering in your ear all the time isn’t pleasant, and it started to take its toll. the only way she could make it stop was by talking back to them. she looked insane talking to thin air, but it was better than hearing the tantrums of ghosts.

her mother crossed over when kamelya was around the age of 18. it was extremely bittersweet. she stepped into her mother’s shoes and worked as a spiritualist for the circus. it was the opposite to seeing the future, but it felt quite poetic.

ADULTHOOD:

kamelya worked at the circus until the sudden passing of her father. she was 25 when he was taken from her by a heart attack. she’s never seen his ghost, so she assumes he passed over to be with her mother right away. but she wished she had gotten to say goodbye.

deciding to run away from her problems and pain, she left for paris. she’d always been in love with the city — it was dreamy, romantic, and everything that the circus wasn’t. it was filled with beauty and hope.

soon after moving there, she met kaya. the two of them fell for each other rather quickly, and kamelya was truly happy with her life. she had a boyfriend who idolised her, a job in a cafe, and a place at a college near her crappy little apartment.

most of her time was spent with kaya when she wasn’t at school studying psychology. after a few years, when she’d gotten her diploma, he proposed and she said yes before he could even finish popping the question.

kamelya got a job as a school guidance counsellor, and kaya was working towards building their dream home for them. everything was literally perfect. she was living the life she deserved. the only problem was her mutation.

being a ghost whisperer meant that the voices of spirits never left her alone. especially the ones with unfinished business. after discussing it with kaya, she decided to become a therapist for the ghosts. they could offload their grievances, and she’d listen and try to persuade them to let go and cross over. most of the time it was effective, but there were times it wasn’t.

a year or so after marriage, kamelya fell pregnant. she was nervous and excited and full of hope for the future. kaya was, too. they were going to have a happy little family, and the two of them couldn’t have been more pleased.

when kamelya was six months pregnant, she lost the baby. she was going through a particularly stressful time with her job and mutation. carrying a baby, feeling the anger and upset of lost spirits, and trying to help kids figure out what they wanted to do with their future wasn’t exactly relaxing.

kamelya blamed herself. she still does. she felt like kaya blamed her, too. he pulled away from her, and in turn, she lashed out. there were arguments and screaming matches. they were both hurting but couldn’t and wouldn’t talk about it.

after a few months of living in hell, drinking everyday, and self medicating, kamelya snapped. she needed to feel something other than empty and alone. she felt like she couldn’t turn to her husband. she ended up cheating on him with various women.

she never lied about it. she was upfront and begged him for forgiveness each time. she didn’t know why she was doing it. she loved him, she wanted him, but she didn’t feel like he wanted her anymore. it was stupid and she still regrets it to this day. but if she hadn’t done it, she feels like she’d have done a lot worse to herself to get through the grieving.

eventually, kaya grew tired and slammed divorce papers down in front of her. she cried and pleaded with him, but it wasn’t enough.

she left their house, turned off her phone, and booked a flight to chicago. she knew it was where jess lived — jess was the only person other than kaya that she felt at home with. so, she left france without so much as a goodbye to kaya. he didn’t deserve one.

PRESENT DAY:

kamelya has been in chicago for four years, and now works as a therapist for both humans and ghosts. she rents a small office in the city and she’s doing well.

she hasn’t heard from kaya since she text him to tell him she’d finally signed the divorce papers after three months of holding off, hoping he’d change his mind.

her home feels like an empty shell, but it’s something she’s grown used to. everyday, she hears the troubles of the ghosts who surround her. brutal murders, suicides, tragic accidents, illnesses... all of it makes her feel grateful to just be alive.

she’s in a better place now. she still drinks and smokes, but not as much as she did back in paris. things aren’t perfect, but they’re okay, and that’s enough for her right now.

#miscarriage tw

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daemxnium · 2 years

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for: kayra yildiz / @fumusannuit location: marzan mansion

Irritation had flooded through him as he had to stalk back into town from the gated entrance of the Akyildiz family estate. He was new to the island and had hoped for a foolish moment thought that he could find refuge in a place that was meant to be his birthright. Of course it would be warded against the entry vampires, he’d expect nothing less: but the sting of what he once was felt ever present in his chest– along with the burning reminder of what he would never be again. Instead, he spent the day busying himself for a party that he’d heard would be held at an estate nearby, fitting a mask over his features before stalking to the party. He needed no invitation, the expensive fit of his garments and the tip of his chin were enough to pass him through, and thus: Kerem joined the evening.

This was a celebration of some sort, one of which had reached his ears from across the country: it was the Yildiz name that had drawn him in, when he knew all to well that he was the very last of those who bore it. Dark eyes studied the partiers and their festivities as he sipped a drink, but it nearly slipped from his grip when he caught sight of a woman whose laughing mouth and dark eyes, even through her mask, were all too familiar. It was impossible, but there was a nagging feeling that wedged in his chest: an ugly bit of hope. Stalking across the ballroom, he put himself in front of her, uttering the name of a sister he had long ago buried. “Kayra?”

#kerem: chat #kerem x kayra: chat #kendall khloe kerem kayra kimberly aKyildiz

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punkchestnuts · 2 years

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the product of immense work, part 2 chapter 4

It’s a Saturday, and for once Leon feels like he can enjoy the day without having to do any work. The summer term only lasts a couple months and he’s happy that it’s only a few weeks before it ends. He’s ahead on grading papers, and he’s already submitted the revised syllabi for checking. He decides to take walk around the city for a while, and perhaps find a good place to sit down, drink coffee, and read a book.

He dresses in comfortable clothes and leaves Ali Kemal in the apartment. His roommate had a late night on a case and only came home in the early hours of the morning.

He first gets coffee at his usual place, (the barista gets his order right this time) and walks around until he finishes his coffee. He visits a bookstore and browses through the new titles. The person who mans the counter always alerts him of new books that Leon might like to read. Leon has been visiting this place for ages since he moved into the city and by now the attendant knows the kind of books and textbooks he’s looking for.

He leaves the bookstore with a new book on classical feminism. (He doesn’t think about the fact that he has so many unread books at his own library at home. He’s started reading all of them, but he hasn’t gotten around completing them. He also doesn’t think about the books Hilal lent him, which he has finished reading and remains to be on his bedside table.)

He wants to head to one of his usual places to hang out when he hears his name being called somewhere. He looks around and is instead met with someone crashing into him, and arms wrapping around his torso.

“Leon! It really is you!”

The person lets him go and although it’s been more than a decade, he recognizes her immediately.

“Yildiz?!” he gasps as he takes in the matured features of the girl he used to do homework with on a kitchen table. Yildiz is taller but she still has to look up to meet his eyes. Her cheek bones more pronounced than before and her eyes are sharper in shape. Her dark brown hair is long and falls effortlessly wavy. He had thought she was pretty before, but now Yildiz has grown up to be a beautiful woman. He hugs her again and she laughs as she returns it.

“It’s been so long!” he says and lets go of her again just to ensure he isn’t dreaming. “I can’t believe it’s you!”

She laughs again. “I couldn’t believe it either, when Hilal told me she saw you again!” She turned around to pout at her sister who happens to be a few steps away, watching the reunion. “She’s a killjoy and wouldn’t tell me anything so I had to come here myself.”

That earns an indignant huff from Hilal who just crossed her arms at her sister. Leon chuckles. “If it’s any consolation, she wouldn’t tell me anything about you as well.”

“Unacceptable!” she gasps and looks at her sister with mild horror. “We’ll ratify that immediately. Since I am new to this city, you’re responsible to show me the best spots for coffee and tea.” She hooks her arm around Leon’s and begins to walk. “Come along, Hilal!”

Leon looks behind them to find Hilal following begrudgingly. He spares her an apologetic look. Apparently, Yildiz is as charismatic if ever, if not more so now.

He leads them to a café that he’s sure Yildiz would like. It’s a rose themed café that Eleni had him go with her at some point, and he remembers her remarking how it’s a good place to go on dates. She likes to think she was helpful, but Leon has never taken a girl out on a date in the café. The food and drinks were good, but it was way too flashy for his taste.

It’s just right for Yildiz who immediately marves at the flower-ladened interior. There are flowers hanging from the ceiling, cascading down like a natural curtain within the establishment. He catches Hilal looking in awe as well, no doubt she has never gone here before.

They sit at a table next to a big window where there was is view of a small rooftop garden.

Yildiz looks very satisfied with his choice and he’s happy to have obliged her. It was easy to make Yildiz smile, Hilal is a different case.

Yildiz orders a pot of hyacinth tea and a butterfly pea flower latter for Hilal who just accepts her fate. Leon isn’t afraid to order a matcha latte. But to be honest, he is slightly intimidated with the unknown drinks available and he just orders the most familiar thing there is. He has a suspicion that Hilal accepts the drink his sister ordered for her because she’s the same. Yildiz adds a plate of butter cookies.

“So,” Yildiz says once the waiter goes away with their order. “Hilal tells me you’re a professor now. She’s only told me that much.”

Leon nods, feeling a little embarrassed that Hilal talks about him even if a little. “Yes, I teach philosophy.”

Yildiz huffs amusingly. “That doesn’t surprise me a bit. You were always into your books, and reading all these weird and hard to read books. You never ran out of lines to quote me.”

“It paid off, I guess. I was supposed to go into Law, actually. That’s why I took philosophy.”

“Ooh, like Mr. Papadopoulos. How is he doing?”

“Yildiz,” Hilal warns gently.

“It’s fine,” he says this to Hilal who looks at him worriedly. “Baba passed away years ago.”

“That’s terrible!” Yildiz gasped. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! Why didn’t you tell me?” she says the last bit to Hilal.

“It’s okay, Yildiz,” Leon says to spare Hilal from answering. “Like I said, it happened years ago and we’re all doing okay now.”

“Poor Veronika!” Yildiz sighs. “Is she doing well?”

“Yes, she’s in Athens now and she calls every now and then. I did tell her about Hilal and she wishes you both well.”

Yildiz perks up at this. “Oh, you have to give me her number so I can call her myself! Yakup is sure to let me go to Athens if I ask him.”

“Yakup?” Leon questions.

“Yildiz’s husband,” Hilal answers for her sister. “He’s from the military. She met him through Baba.”

“And he’s the best!” Yildiz says and extends her hand towards Leon to show off her wedding band and her engagement ring. “We’ve been married for two years now and I’ve never been happier.”

Leon examines the ring out of courtesy and he has to say that the ring suits her. The engagement ring had a pretty big diamond. “That’s really great Yildiz. I hope he’s everything you dreamed about and more.”

Yildiz pinches his cheek. “Thank you. You’re as sweet as ever, Leon!”

Leon swats her hand away gently.

The waiter comes with their drinks not long after, and Yildiz moans at how good the servings were. She insists on switching drinks just to see how everything tastes and the café gets more of her approval as she takes a sip from both Leon’s and Hilal’s drinks.

Leon has to admit they were pretty tasty, although he still can’t reconcile the fact that the two drinks were flower-based.

Yildiz tells him more about their family and how they’ve been these past years. Cevdet and Azize were well and were staying in Izmir after they both retired. “And imagine, they stay there for a year and then the next thing we know, they tell us that Mama was pregnant. Hilal was 17 and I was 21 and we were going to have a brother!”

He watches Yildiz bring her phone out and she begins sharing him photos of their younger brother, Mehmet from when he was a baby to now that he’s seven. “He looks like a carbon copy of Azize,” he comments and coos at one particular photo where the boy is perched on Hilal’s lap with the biggest smile.

“He is!” Yildiz agrees and hides her phone away. “I wish you could have met him, he’s so energetic.”

“Stubborn too. He may look like Mama, but he’s as headstrong and playful as Baba,” Hilal adds.

Yildiz dominates the conversation as she tells him about meeting her husband at the hospital she works in. She tells him how he obviously tripped and fell on his already fractured arm even when her father was helping him stand. Leon liked seeing Yildiz this carefree and happy.

Even Hilal kind of looked amused watching her sister recall a few memories. It reminded him of back then when they’d have snacks together and Yildiz would recount the day’s event to either his mother or Madam Azize. Leon would add a few things and Hilal would only smile and agree when prompted.

Soon, Yildiz excuses herself for the bathroom and Leon is left with Hilal at the table. The table is suddenly silent without Yildiz to carry the conversation.

“Your sister never changed, has she?” he asks.

Hilal smiles softly, “I wouldn’t say that. She was overbearing and frankly quite annoying as a teenager. But ultimately, the good parts of her stayed.”

“That’s kind of you to say. I kind of thought that you didn’t like her back then,” Leon teases, remembering the way young Hilal would huff and groan at her older sister whenever she encouraged or pushed her into doing things.

“Clearly, you didn’t know me as well as you thought,” she remarks, playfully raising a brow.

He hums. “You wouldn’t talk to me even if I tried,” he says. “I think you hated me just a little.”

“I didn’t,” she says. “You were new. And I’ve never had someone like a brother figure before.”

“And now?”

“Hm?”

“Is that why you still won’t talk to me?”

She stops playing with the teaspoon she’s been preoccupied with for the last hour. “When have I ever not talked to you?”

He sighs. “You won’t talk to me at work just because you want to be professional. Stonewalling isn’t professional.”

“You’re one to talk,” she says. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”

“I stopped annoying you. Isn’t that what you wanted? Professionalism?”

She glared up at him. “You were making me do those to annoy me?”

He sighs. “Yes.”

“You’re a child,” she tells him. “You would deliberately give me more work just to get me to talk to you? How did you come up with that logic?”

“It’s stupid, I know. That’s why I stopped.”

“And then you don’t talk to me even when I was the one already approaching you?” she scoffs. “What do you want?”

Hilal is looking at him with frustration, her eyes an icy blue. He should be scared or at least embarrassed, but the answer is automatic.

It’s odd that he doesn’t have to think too long about the answer to that. The speed of the thought popping in his mind is enough to alert him of the weight of it, and he doesn’t really know how to carry it.

Her stare bears on him and he knows she’s not pleased with him. And yet he keeps thinking of how beautiful she is. Her eyes threaten to freeze him over and yet the answer to her question echoes in his mind.

You. I want you.

It isn’t her eyes that freeze him, it’s the realization that there were deeper feelings involved in his intentions towards Hilal. To someone who he has seen as a younger sister for the better part of his life. It’s the confusion that makes him question his own knowledge of himself. How has he not seen this before? How has he not seen the weight of her value to him? How has he not seen something so important, something so blatant?

Yildiz comes back and she notes the angry atmosphere. “What’s this? Hilal, what did you say again?”

Hilal frowns at her sister. “Why do you always think it’s my fault?”

“You have a penchant for trouble, dear sister,” Yildiz says. “And besides, Leon’s too polite to say anything offending.”

Hilal scoffs. “Then you won’t mind if leave now. I’m obviously causing trouble.”

“Hilal,” Yildiz groans. “Please. Can’t we just enjoy the afternoon?”

“I have things to do. I’ll see you back home, Yildiz,” Hilal says in finality and leaves.

Leon wants to go after her and probably apologize but Yildiz places a hand on his arm. “Leave her. She needs to cool off whenever she gets angry.”

“She’s developed a temper,” he comments.

Yildiz laughs. “Being left alone to help care for Mehmet for a few years will do that I guess.”

Leon nods. “She’s changed so much from being that shy girl I knew. It’s almost giving me whiplash.”

Yildiz pats his arm. “She has always had that temper; she was just more subdued whenever you were around.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know,” she smiles teasingly. “Hilal is known to wear her heart on her sleeve. She just has this horrible way of expressing every emotion through anger.”

She laughs when she sees his obvious confusion. “Of course, you don’t know. You never noticed it. But we did. Mama, Baba and me always teased her about it and she’d deny it even if it was so obvious.”

“Noticed what?”

Yildiz laughs again and reaches to pinch his cheek. “Hilal will kill me if I tell you, but I’m telling you anyway.” She excitedly leans towards him. “Hilal had a crush on you.”

Leon blinks and takes a few seconds to take in the revelation. Hilal had a crush on him? When they were kids?

Yildiz is certainly amused by this and Leon has forgotten how relentless she is in her teasing. Even when they were kids, she had him and Hilal on her streak.

“It was the cutest thing ever. Whenever she didn’t want to do something, I only had to tell her that you were coming along or that you’d be disappointed if she didn’t do it. She’d eat it right up and do anything. She was really happy whenever you’d read with her, and she wouldn’t stop carrying that book you gave her when we left.”

He honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that. Any other person would probably shrug, smile, and comment about how adorable a childhood crush is, but Leon is just reeling from the realization of his own feelings to properly react to the revelation of Hilal liking him back then.

It really isn’t good timing and it doesn’t do any good. But he tunes it out and listen to Yildiz anyway. She talks and he listens. She talks enough for the both of them, and she talks as if there wasn’t thirteen years separating them. He appreciates it really, because at least he can delay confronting his feelings for a while.

…

He walks Yildiz home and although she invites him in for a coffee, he declines (the thought of a cup of Turkish coffee makes him pause though). He doesn’t want to see Hilal at the moment, for the reason that he needs to figure himself out before seeing her. Who knows what kind of upheaval his mind and feelings will create when she’s so close yet so far away?

“Let’s do this again soon, Leon! And give my regards to your mother, okay?” Yildiz says as she walks up to the apartment she shares with her sister.

“Yes, I will,” he says and leaves too.

…

#vatanim sensin #wounded love #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3fic #ao3fanfic #hileon #hilal x leon #hilal #leon

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merrock · 2 years

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Hyun Bin

full name: Park Jae Song

nickname(s): Jason

pronouns & gender: he/him, cis man

sexuality: Straight

birth date: May 25, 1982

birth place: South Korea

time in town: 2 weeks

housing: historical downtown

occupation: Diagnostician

family: none in town

personality: he’s quiet and reserved. When he opens up to people, he doesn’t like to talk about his personal life.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Trigger warnings: miscarriage.

Jae Song Park AKA Jason has never known his birth parents. He was given up for adoption right after birth on May 25, 1982 in South Korea to his parents who eventually moved to the United States when he was 2 years old. His parents both worked in the medical world. His mother is a medical researcher and his father works as a pediatrician. He grew up with a loving family. Since his parents had to work, he became close to his haraboji (grandfather) who was a retired diagnostician at the time. He went to medical school in Yale and after his training he started working under Bayar Yildiz. The diagnostician was the best in the city of Chicago and haraboji himself had trained Bayar.

During his time in Chicago, he met and fell in love with his wife Andrea. They were married 5 years ago, and decides to have a family right away. They were surprised by the positive pregnancy test that came soon after they started trying to have a baby. But their happiness was short lived as Andrea suffered one miscarriage after another. Their marriage broke down soon after and Andrea moved out a few months back. The divorce papers came in the mail 2 weeks later. With the failure of his marriage, he no longer wants to stay in Chicago. His mentor recommends him to move to Merrock and work at the local hospital there to keep an eye out on his daughter Azra. He has nothing to lose now and decides to make the move. He has only been in Merrock for a few weeks and is enjoying the town so far.

#merrockbio #parkjaesong #miscarriage tw

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littlestpersimmon · 8 months

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A bit down bc I want my art to pop off everytime, but when they do pop off, my trans guys just get mistaken as girls so often I just feel really sad. I don't mind ppl borrowing my oc DESIGNS or whatever, I just get sad when my drawings get divorced from my actual intention. Idk. Anyway!

Here are my trans guys

His name is Chintan. He is "coded" to be Hmong Vietnamese, Mongolian and northern filipino. His name is Sanskrit, and it means "thought"

His name is Yildiz, he is a trans guy and coded sefardi jewish and Turkish, his name means "star" in Turkish

This is my favorite oc of all time, his name is Darenya, his name means "little moon" in a constructed language- he is a trans guy.

This is Salabay, he is a trans guy. His name means "jellyfish" in bisaya and tagalog

This one is Aneirin, he is a trans guy and he is Welsh.

And this one is Rachamim, he's coded to be Sephardi jewish and Chinese. His name means "compassion"

And finally this is Lea. He is half filipino, half chinese.

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gldnlitskies · 2 years

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SOLEDAD YILDIZ ( SHE/HER ) is a CIS WOMAN, THIRTY year old OWNER OF DELIA’S CAFE who has been living in Moorbrooke for FOUR MONTHS. They were born on MARCH 5TH and right now, they are currently residing in COPPINGFIELD CRESCENT. It has been said that they look suspiciously like HANDE ERCEL and if they had to choose a song to describe themselves, they would choose HERE COMES THE SUN by THE BEATLES.

tw: death mention, illness mention

Name: Soledad Yildiz Age: 30 Birthday: March 5th, 1992 Birthplace: Eskişehir, Turkey Zodiac sign: Pieces Sexual orientation: Bisexual Gender & pronouns: Cis woman, she/her

How The Story Goes:

Marisol was born to two loving parents, both of who adored their daughter with everything they had. She was the only child of Carmen and Ömer Yildiz. Shortly after her arrival into this world, the Yildiz’s moved from Turkey to Boston, Massachusetts, when her father got the opportunity for an excellent traveling salesman position.

Growing up, Soledad was a happy child at home. She was so infectious with her laughter and smile that her family quickly nicknamed her “Sol,” and the name was one she fell in love with from a young age. She tried her hardest to live up to it every day.

Despite the loving household Sol had, things at school were different for her. For some reason, one Sol couldn’t seem to understand, the kids in her grade always looked at her funny. The girls never wanted to talk to her about anything, no-one made an effort to sit with her at lunch, during gym she would always get picked last, and her locker usually had some sort of goop or slime smeared on it as ‘the prank of the day.’

She found her escape in books. One day she picked up a copy of ‘Harry Potter’ and the brunette was hooked since. It wasn’t long before she was trying to read as many books as possible, from all different genres. Thanks to her books, the older she got, the tougher her shell began to get towards the world around her.

Her real escape came when she left Boston to attend university at NYU. She chose to take the business path like her father. Starting her second year of school, she met someone and the pair dated for just shy of one year. They was her first love, first one (and only) to have ever slept with, and heartbreak. During her third year at school, her mother ended up passing due to complications with heart surgery. She was devastated and kept to herself even more than ever. It wasn’t long before her relationship came to an end, closing her happily ever after, though she used the sadness she felt towards motivating herself to study harder.

With a lot of hard work, she ended up graduating top of her class. After graduation Sol took some time to travel around Europe for a bit. She did some backpacking and in her adventures met many lovely, and not so lovely, people along the way. She went to places like Paris, Peru, Japan, China, Egypt, Prague, but her biggest dream has always been London. From some reason or another she just can’t seem to get there. It was a dream when she came across the opportunity to own Delia’s Cafe.

Now, freshly new(ish) to Moorbrooke, Maine, Sol is ready to make her mark in the town and the small bushiness. She always tries to show up with a smile on her face and a bright personality.

She can come off as shy at time but once you get past her shell she is extremely friendly and always ready to talk your ear off about her newest book she’s reading.

fun facts:

she may not be too outspoken about it, but she is a gamer.

loves music, late night talks, and laughing

is always ready to lend a helping hand or shoulder to lean on

she will keep your secret and take it to the grave

she has a cat named Sprinkles.

her favorite customer is bane and she often tries to have his cup of coffee always ready for him when he makes his daily visit to delia’s cafe.

she has made demir her unoffical rooomate as she has given him a key he can freely use to enter her home whenever he needs it. she’s used to him coming over needing to be stitched up, but she also likes to lightly scold him. all in all she cares about the guy and just doesn’t want him to get seriously hurt.

her employees are her little family. she absolutely loves all of them even if she likes to pretend they are a pain in her ass. she is very understanding to anything they have going on and often encourages them not to overwork themselves. since she began working there she likes to dedicate one friday out of the month to an after hours party for the delia’s cafe crew and their loved one. a way to celebrate how amazing they are if you will.

#mbintro #tw: death mention #tw: illness mention

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originalhybridloverfics-backup · 2 years

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Eda's Robot, Serkan's Fairy Girl - A Beautiful Change

Summary: Serkan finds an injured puppy unaware that puppy would be the reason he meets the woman of his dreams.

A/N: This is a complete AU, meet/cute Edser One-shot. I wrote this fluff piece to make up for the pain of my Edser angst filled One-Shot. Enjoy!

The wind caressed Serkan’s face as he ran, his legs pumping as fast as his body allowed. His heart thundered in his chest and he reveled in the feeling of exertion that traveled through his body.

He rarely went for runs through the park. While Serkan maintains his exercise, his health is something very important to him. He usually kept to the gym in his home.

But lately he had been feeling restless, and he wanted to go for a run underneath the cover of the stars.

And so one night he found himself in a park far from his neighborhood, running through a bike trail that was empty because of the late hour.

He expected his run to be uneventful. He was proven wrong.

A low whine sounded through the trees that surrounded the bike path and though Serkan knew it was unwise to wander through the trees at night, he couldn’t ignore the sound he heard.

Cutting through the trees and following the sound he heard, he used his phone to guide him and soon came across a small trail of blood on the fallen leaves.

Concern filling him, Serkan followed the trail and came across what appeared to be a puppy.

He knelt down on the forest floor and the small puppy couldn’t be more than 14 weeks, judging by his size. The little guy tried to get up but couldn’t.

Serkan frowned, noting his dark fur was wet with blood and when he tried to stand, he would wobble, unable to stand.

Serkan slowly placed his hand in front of the dog, allowing him to smell his scent before slowly touching him.

“Hey, boy,” Serkan spoke quietly as he slowly reached to pet him. “You’re hurt. How about we take care of your injuries?”

The small puppy leaned his head against Serkan’s palm before licking it.

Serkan carefully lifted the puppy in his arms when he knew he had his trust and took it home.

For the next two days, Serkan took care of the puppy’s injuries and while the puppy was in good spirits, the wound did not appear to be healing.

Fearing it would get infected. Serkan informed Engin he would be out of the office until further notice and took the puppy to the highest recommended vet for pet injuries.

Serkan hated waiting in the waiting room. His annoyance was on high the longer he waited.

When they finally called his name, he was ready to make his ire known as a vet assistant led him to a back room.

He waited another 10 minutes, and he was ready to shout.

He was not a patient man, and he swore this clinic was trying to test his patience.

“I’m sorry about the wait. We’re running a little behind and it can’t really be helped.”

Serkan was ready to lecture her on punctuality but stopped short at the sight of the veterinarian.

She was beautiful. The most beautiful woman he ever had the honor of looking upon.

Tanned skin, long black hair, dark enchanting eyes, a welcoming smile on her lips that was wiping away his anger.

“I’m sure you’re doing the best you can.” Serkan found himself saying, holding the puppy close to him.

“We are. We’re a bit shorthanded today and had to make the best of it.” She extended her hand. “Eda Yildiz.”

Serkan’s hand engulfed hers. Her hands were so small, so delicate, it sent a wave of protectiveness rushing through Serkan. “Serkan Bolat.”

Eda waited for him to release her hand and it was only after the puppy in his arm started squirming did he realize it. Flushing, Serkan let go of her hand.

“And who do we have here?” Eda reached out to scratch the puppy behind its ears and it leaned into her hand.

“I don’t know.” Serkan continued off her confused look. “I was out for a run with Sirius two nights ago when I found this little guy bleeding and injured. I tried to nurse him back to health, but his wound is not healing.”

Eda nodded and gently took the puppy in her arms and removed the wrap that was covering the puppy’s torso.

Eda winced, seeing the puppy’s mangled side. There were four puncture wounds, like from a bite. The skin and hair appear to have been torn from the body, making it look like his side been scalped, the red bloody meat showing. “Oh, you poor thing.”

“I would have brought him in sooner if I had known it would not heal without help.” Serkan said as he watched her examine the wound, calming the puppy by stroking his head.

“You did good.” Eda shot him a distracted smile. “The wound is clean and not infected, but he requires stitches. You said he’s a stray you found? Do you intend to keep him, or would you like me to contact the local animal shelter?”

“That won’t be necessary. I can’t just let him go now.” Serkan said.

Eda turned a bright smile on him. “Good, I’ll get him his stitches and run a full workup and we’ll go from there. I can also give him his shots to be on the safe side. Sound good?”

“Yes.” Serkan nodded.

“Okay, wait here and the two of us will be back shortly.” Eda carefully scooped the puppy up in her arms and disappeared into a back room.

Serkan waited. He hadn’t been sure if he was going to keep the puppy, but Eda had looked at him with that bright smile and all he could think about was doing everything he could not to disappoint her.

He had never been affected by a woman like this.

What in the world was she doing to him?

He had seen plenty of beautiful women; he had beautiful girlfriends.

Why was this any different?

He didn’t date much, more focus on his work than on his dating life.

His last real relationship had been with Selin and that ended because she wanted to get married and he did not. He didn’t have time for a wife. He barely had time for a girlfriend.

He was grateful when she ended things. Still working with her left things awkward, but he was professional and he could deal.

Maybe his lack of dating was the cause for his reaction to Eda Yildiz.

He hated to admit it but maybe Engin was right in saying he needed to balance his work and professional life better.

Serkan was interrupted from his thoughts when Eda entered the room again with the puppy in her arms, with a fresh bandage over the wound.

“You should consider giving him a name.” Eda recommended. “I would like to put a name to his file.”

Serkan floundered.

What was he going to call the puppy?

He looked around the room and caught sight of the wall that was covered with pet pics and names. “Levi.” he said the first name he read.

“Levi?” Eda repeated. “Are you certain?”

“Yes.” No, he really wasn’t, but he would not admit that to the goddess in front of him.

“Okay,” Eda placed Levi on the exam table and picked up a folder on the counter and began writing things down. She then filled a script. “I am prescribing a pain medication.”

Serkan listened carefully as she instructed on the dosage and when to give it to him. The importance of changing the bandage and keeping the area clean. “When should I bring him back to get his stitches removed?”

“Bring him back in a week and we will take it from there, Serkan Bey.” Eda smiled.

Serkan was not prepared for the surge of desire flowing through him from hearing her call him Serkan Bey.

What the hell is wrong with him?

Serkan forced a smile. “I’ll do that. Thank you.”

Eda nodded and offered one more smile before disappearing back into the back room.

Serkan watched her go, feeling off kilter.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

The next week felt agonizing. Serkan cared for Levi and, surprisingly enough, Sirius was protective of the puppy.

Serkan could not stop thinking about Eda and her beautiful smile, her eyes that enchanted him. He counted down the days until he would see her again.

When the time finally came, Serkan dressed in his best suit, wanting to look good.

Eda greeted him and Levi with a bright smile that had his heart pounding against his ribs at a fast tempo.

“How are we doing today?” Eda asked, setting Levi’s file down.

“Good. He’s been doing really well. He’s gained a lot more energy as he’s healed.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Eda carefully unwrapped the wound, examining the stitches.

“Can they come out today?” Serkan questioned.

“Yes, and while you are here, I would like to do a wellness check up, if that’s okay with you?”

“Whatever you think is best.” Serkan replies.

“Now that’s just what any woman wants to hear from a man.” Eda scooped Levi into her arms and disappeared into the back room before Serkan could respond.

Not that he would have. She left him speechless.

Was she just flirting with him now?

Or was he reading too much into it?

Serkan tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped, hoping Eda was flirting with him.

Eda returned nearly ten minutes later, setting Levi down. “His wound has healed nicely. No need to bandage it again. His fur will grow back. His weight is good, his heart and lungs sound perfect, and his teeth look healthy.”

“When should I bring him back?” Serkan asked, wanting to know when he could see her again.

“Most wellness visits are every 6 months.” Eda answered.

Serkan fought to keep a neutral expression and not show his disappointment. He couldn’t believe he wouldn’t be able to see her again for another 6 months.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Sirius greeted Serkan at the door when he got home, when it hit him. He could see her again before 6 months.

He told himself he would wait a few days, but failed miserably. The next day, he was calling to make an appointment with Eda for Sirius.

Sirius was perfectly healthy and already had his wellness check but Eda didn’t need to know that.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Eda fell in love with Sirius from the moment she saw the large dog crouching down to shower him in affection.

Serkan never thought he would ever want to be a dog before, but watching her hug Sirius, obviously taken with the dog, he wished he was Sirius.

Oh God, he needed help.

Serkan was sure of it.

Serkan couldn’t take his eyes off Eda the entire time she was giving Sirius his check up.

“You have a perfectly healthy dog here,” Eda smiled.

“Great.” Serkan said, and watched as Sirius tried to rub against Eda. “He really likes you,”

“I like him, too.” Eda grinned down at the dog. “You’re just a beautiful boy, aren’t you?”

Serkan found he couldn’t look away as Eda spent extra time with Sirius just talking and giving him her affection.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Serkan didn’t know how to stay away after that.

He needed to see Eda. She drew him in like a moth to a flame.

He tried not to be obvious about it, but he was sure he failed when he found any excuse to bring Levi and Sirius in.

Sirius swallowed a flower.

Levi cut his gum on a sharp bone.

Sirius sneezed.

Levi got a rock between his paws.

Sirius’ bark sounded off. Lie.

Levi was being picky about what he ate. Another Lie.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Serkan!”

Serkan turned to see Eda had followed him to his car after his latest excuse to come see her.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Eda requested.

“Of course,” Serkan got Levi into the back seat before focusing all his attention on Eda. “Did you need something?”

“I need you to be honest.” Eda told him.

“I’m sorry?” Serkan felt his heart pound in his chest.

Did she figure him out? The twinkle in her eye told him she did.

“Levi and Sirius are perfectly healthy. There is no need for you to bring them in every week.” Eda said.

“I’m just being cautious.” Serkan protested.

Eda pushed her hair back and stepped closer to him, close enough that Serkan could smell that intoxicating floral scent of hers.

“I see the way you look at me, Serkan. It’s hard not to. Instead of making excuses to come see me. Why don’t you just ask me out for coffee sometime?”

“Would you say yes?” Serkan felt hope flutter in his chest.

“Only one way to find out.” Eda responded.

She started to turn away, but Serkan stopped her, gripping her hand in his. “Would you like to have dinner with me, Eda Yildiz?”

“I would like that very much, Serkan Bolat.” Eda tugged her hand out of his and placed it on his chest, directly over his heart.

Serkan was sure she could feel every beat, giving himself away.

She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Meet me at 7?”

Serkan watched her go, entranced. She was almost at the door when he realized he didn’t have her number. “Where?”

“I’ll text you. I got your number on file.” she called back.

Serkan felt this joy in his heart that he couldn’t ever remember experiencing before.

Tonight couldn’t come fast enough.

He had a feeling his life was about to change and for once he didn’t care that he didn’t like change if it meant Eda was going to become a bigger part of his life.

If that was the case, he welcomed the changes in his life to come wholeheartedly.

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