#interaction: leyla

[camercnbishop]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: the chaos after the hurricane warning was issued

Cameron stood rooted to the spot for longer than was probably recommended after the festival organizer came on stage to announce that they had received a hurricane warning. He'd been flooded with anxiety at the mention of the danger. Round and round, his thoughts spiraled from the fact that he wasn't with his daughter during this emergency, to the worry over her safety, to the fear that he wouldn't be able to get ahold of her grandmother to find out if they were okay. He couldn't get out of his thoughts, and as the rain began to pelt down on him, he stood there, hyperventilating as jagged breathes sawed in and out of him.

Finally, in a ironic moment of good luck, someone ran straight into him, and the force of the collision snapped Cameron out of his thoughts. He made sure the person was alright before he finally sprung into action. Glancing around him, he joined the surge of people heading for the school. He only made it a few steps before he spotted the girl he now recognized as the woman from the masquerade ball. She was standing in place just like he had been a few moments ago, and as she looked wildly around her, clearly searching for someone, he knew they could relate in their fear for their loved ones.

Closing the distance, he called out over the rage of the storm around them, "Hey, you okay?"

[valentincflores]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: briar ridge summer music fest

As the pair walked through the large arch signaling the entrance to the Summer Music Fest, Val let out a steadying breath. She was holding Leyla's hand and gave it a tight squeeze before looking over at her best friend. "Now, repeat after me, I'M A BAD BITCH!" she paused for dramatic effect, waiting for Leyla to repeat after her. "I look hot as heck and I couldn't care less that my baby daddy is performing here today!" Since they'd found out that Cash was performing at the music festival, they'd spent a lot of time shouting similar affirmations in their apartment. Val wasn't about to let her best friend head into day not feeling as confident in herself as she possibly could.

[mcrcosantos]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: everything goes

Marco was kicking himself the entire walk over to Everything Goes. He knew full well it had been too long since he'd checked in on Leyla. But part of him had subconsciously avoided the interaction because Leyla was too good at reading him. She'd see right through any bullshit explanation he tried to give for why he'd been in such a funk lately and Marco wasn't sure he was ready to explain the inner turmoil Cali was wreaking on his heart just yet.

But after a couple weeks of casual check in texts, Marco knew staying away at this point was ridiculous. So psyching himself up to be not let any emotions show on his face whatsoever, he pushed open the door, the bell overhead signalling his entrance to the cafe. Moving towards the bar, he immediately spotted the familiar head of brown hair he was looking for. "Umm ma'am, are you sure these blueberry muffins are up to code?" he asked, feigning his most generic, professional voice.

[alarakcplan]

Alara couldn't help the smirk that slid onto her features. If there one was one person who could give as much as she took, it was her cousin. The pair had always had a bit of a combative relationship. They fought like sisters, but there was no one Alara would protect like her own family. And now that her father was gone, Leyla and her family were all Alara had left. Just don't tell Leyla that. "Oh? So it's anneler günü dışarıda? mother's day out Well, someone better alert the press." With a cocked brow in her cousin's direction, she happily accepted the shot that was placed in front of them, raising it in a cheers motion to her cousin, "Serefe." Downing the tequila with a grimace, she placed the empty glass back on the bar. "I'm just getting settled in. I've only had two shifts so far, though thankfully Bowie agreed to assign me back to Colt again." she explained, referring to her work partner from before she'd left Briar Ridge. Then, probably in large part thanks to the shot she'd just thrown back, she asked, "What's this I've heard about a certain country singer making his way to Briar Ridge?" Hopefully deflecting and talking about Leyla's problems would keep them from addressing the elephant in the room.

Leyla loved her family. She loved her brother, even though he was an ass to her. She loved her father and his kindness, and she loved her uncle like he was her dad. He'd been the last piece of her mother that she had left. She also loved Alara, despite their constant quarrelling as both children and adults, Leyla held a lot of love for her and she knew Alara held love for her too. But, she also knew how selfish and distant her cousin could be, and there was so much unresolved tension that sat below the surface of their connection. Especially around Alara's father's death. And of course, on her one night out, Leyla had to run in to the one person she probably needed to avoid. "Have you always been such a pislik? Oh wait, let me answer that," a knowing smile eased unto her features. "Yeah, you have." Still, she meets her cousin with a grin because she was joking. Mostly. "Make that two." Any night with tequila was a risky and dangerous one for Leyla, but.. why not. "Billie's at baba's house tonight so I have a night off." For once. "How about you kuzen? Busy at work?"

[gabevargas]

closed starter for @leylayilmz & @bellstrom location: golden hour beach bar

The bar heaved with people in costumes, drunk and letting loose. Gabe didn't know Briar could throw down like this, and he had to admit he was impressed. The place was popping, and everyone had put in so much effort with the outfits. He had chosen Jason from Friday the 13th to add horror to the night's festivities. Girls found slasher dudes hot, right? That's what Gabe argued when he received a few stares.

It had been a few hours already, and Gabe was already tipsy, texting Benny frantically to get his ass here. His mask lay discarded on the table as thumbs continued to tap his screen, pestering his best friend. He had agreed to some dumb trick-or-treat thing with a local mom and her kid. The thought of which made Gabe shiver. The idea of kids had always terrified him, yet his best friend was running around playing daddy. A far cry from the Benny of the Chicago days.

He felt someone hit his shoulder, and he turned to see a woman in a suit with what appeared to be an inflatable alien by her feet—the things you could only see on Halloween. "I think you dropped your buddy," Gabe teased, holding up the alien. His eyes finally took her in, and a smirk spread over his lips, dimples showing. "Women in black, huh? Sexy..." There was something undeniably attractive about a woman in a suit, the power. "Can I get you a drink?"

[papaflynn]

closed starter for @leylayilmz location: golden hour beach bar

It was late into the night, and Callum had drunk far too much. The Hercules costume had become a jumble of pieces he had collected throughout his night. He had borrowed a wig from a Barbie, some glasses from a Thelma, and a tail from Gen tucked into the waistband at the back of his shorts. The young father was letting go for a night, and apparently, after a few drinks, he couldn't resist a fun prop.

The DJ was playing some spooky playlist from Spotify; he was sure of it, but that didn't stop him from dancing away. He spotted Leyla and spun her around just as the song changed. Callum grinned and pulled her into a tight embrace, "Leyla! What's the story?" He asked excitedly, slipping back to Irish phrasing in his drunken state. An arm stayed around her shoulders as he guided them to the bar for a long overdue shot with his best friend. "Well, Queen. How's your night going?" He asked her, leaning on the bar top. "Two shots of tequila and two of those themed cocktails, please!" Callum yelled, not even stopping to ask her. If she didn't want them, more for him.

[elsiebarnes]

for: @leylayilmz at the everything goes

Elsie couldn't help but smile at her old classmate from behind the counter. "Hey!" It felt like ages since she'd seen Leyla and that was because it had been years since they'd last spoken, much less seen one another. Leyla had moved away and Elsie followed soon after. "I heard through the grapevine that you owned this place and I needed to come see it for myself." It was adorable and she was happy that it wasn't too far from where she stayed at her parents house.

She was accustomed to living in the middle of the city, surrounded by restaurants, cafes, and shopping centres so it was odd to try and get back to a more rural way of living. "Do you have time to catch up?" More importantly, she craved human interaction outside of her parents and the heavy ambiance of her childhood home.

[willowswriting]

for @multxfacies continued from here

"Didn't want to bother anyone? Really Leyla?" Lucian questioned with a raise of his brow. "I think that I might be a little more angry to find out that you froze to death on the side of the road than I would be having to get my ass out of bed." He informed her. Lucian ignored the women as she attempted to refuse his jacket "We both know that I'm built like a heater." He spoke, already wrapping the jacket around her shivering frame. "Do you want me to take a look at it now or would you rather come back to my place and I'll drive out in the morning and see what's going on?" He questioned. He didn't mind for himself either way but he would really rather get Leyla someplace dry and warm.

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

The little fuckasses transformed into kittens once (Leyla has little horns because she was feeling sillay)

[thelatekuijames]

closed starter for @cantfightmoonlight (leyla) where: the daily drip when: sweet heart's week, start of the blizzard

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The wind picked up with little warning, whipping the peaceful snowfall into a blinding storm within a matter of minutes. Kui pulled their coat tight around them and tried to get some cover from the long scarf wrapped around their neck, but they knew that making it back to Blush in this mess was asking for trouble. 

The lights were still on at the Daily Drip, but they had to fight against the wind to get the door open and were accompanied inside by a flurry of snow before they managed to shut it behind them. Kui looked around, catching their breath. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re here. It’s gotten crazy out there?” they exclaimed, upon seeing Leyla was there, before they looked a little sheepishly to the other pixie. “I guess you’re probably closing but is it, um, cool if I hang out here for a bit? I don’t think I could make it home through all that, even gliding.”

[wcstcrgaard]

"Livros do seu mundo?" Hans repetiu pausadamente, como se fosse uma das ideias mais absurdas que já ouvira. O que ele poderia aprender com o mundo dela? Seja o que fosse, certamente não estava em seus planos. "Agradeço, senhorita, mas dispenso. Tudo que preciso saber sobre arte, está em meu quarto" Disse, balançando a cabeça negativamente com um sorriso presunçoso nos lábios. Do mundo dela, já bastavam os perdidos por ali, o que, na verdade, não era tão ruim. Pelo menos, perdidas como ela conseguiam lhe distrair e trazer uma boa dose de diversão no fim do dia. "Não é, mas poderia ser, já que você está de parabéns." Hans deu uma piscadela e riu curto ao notar o sorriso malicioso nos lábios da outra. Então, ouviu-a reforçar a opinião sobre Malvatopia e revirou os olhos com impaciência, inclinando a cabeça ligeiramente para o lado para encará-la. "Sério?" Arqueou levemente as sobrancelhas. "Chame do que quiser." Hans suspirou, dando-se por vencido naquele assunto. "Eu faço parte do seleto grupo que está se fortalecendo para triunfar mais tarde." Ele nunca aceitara bem o desfecho de sua história, o fracasso em Arendelle e como perdera a chance de reinar como o rei que nascera para ser. Isso o definia como um perdedor? Um amargor invadiu sua boca como fel ao lembrar do sabor da derrota. "Meu amor, olhe para mim. Sou Hans Westergaard, príncipe das Ilhas do Sul. Tenho o sangue da nobreza correndo em minhas veias. Eu não nasci para ser um perdedor." O orgulho transbordava em sua voz, reafirmando que ela não precisava se preocupar. "Minhas obras de arte estarão ao seu dispor, e tenho certeza de que irá aprová-las." Seu olhar caiu sobre o rosto feminino, suas íris ferinas deixando claro que não falavam de obras de arte no sentido literal. Sua atenção foi atraída pelo comentário da outra sobre Merlin, e ele concordou com a cabeça. "Você entendeu o que eu quis dizer. Ele precisa de vilões para ser quem é; sem nós, ele cairia no esquecimento. De vez em quando, é bom que aconteça algum caos para trazê-lo novamente ao centro das atenções, não acha?" Como, por exemplo, a aparição dos perdidos e, de repente, a solução para levá-los de volta ao seu mundo. Tudo parecia muito conveniente para o feiticeiro, mas Hans guardaria essa opinião por enquanto. "Depende." Respondeu, franzindo as sobrancelhas enquanto ponderava. "Estar aqui trouxe boas novidades para meus dias, o que em Malvatopia não acontecia mais. Por outro lado, ter que rever a cara de alguns príncipes e princesas, completamente sem sal, dá uma equilibrada nas coisas." Concluiu, direcionando os olhos para ela mais uma vez. Hans soltou um riso anasalado quando ela fez a mesma piada com ele desta vez, deixando o bom humor tomar conta do lugar. "Comer bolo?" Ergueu uma sobrancelha com um sorriso de canto, vendo-a se aproximar mais um passo. "Não tenho bolo em casa, teremos que fazer um. Você sabe bater bolo?" Suas palavras carregavam uma malícia que ele não fez questão de esconder dessa vez. "Se souber, minhas preces foram atendidas já. Que horas partimos?"

"Um templo é espaço de arte também, Hans. Parece que preciso te emprestar alguns dos livros de História da Arte do meu mundo? Vai ajudar a abrir um pouco da sua mente." Além disso, considerando que Merlin já tinha encontrado uma solução para os perdidos e ela tinha pouco tempo naquele mundo, desejava visitar todos os espaços. Não havia mais nada que pudesse prendê-la naquelas aulas chatas no C.C.C. Todo o seu período seria aproveitando da liberdade. Pensando daquela forma, então, ouviu a proposta de Westergaard com interesse. "E olha que nem é o meu aniversário, não é, amor?" Disse em resposta, espelhando o sorriso malicioso que ele mantinha nos lábios. Oras, Leyla estava longe de ser uma santa. Na verdade, poderia ser tão interesseira quanto ele. Conhecer a casa de alguém como Hans poderia ser muito proveitoso para ela, em vários sentidos. "E não é isso mesmo?" Cruzou os braços embaixo dos seios e balançou os ombros, defendendo-se da maneira como havia chamado Malvatopia. Tudo que ouvira sobre o local, apenas confirmava a sua teoria. "Ou seja, mundinho dos vilões." Completou, indiferente. Gostava da ideia de provocá-lo com suas opiniões, assim como sabia que ele fazia também. "Mas me diz então. Você se encontra em qual dessas categorias? Espero que em uma boa, pois não gosto de ser vista ao lado de perdedores. Não me faça desistir de visitar... Suas obras de arte." O encarou, desta vez, com a sobrancelha arqueada em desafio e os olhos brilhando em malícia. O questionamento sobre Merlin, em seguida, porém a fez tirar um segundo para pensar. De fato, teria sido muito mais fácil apagar os vilões do Mundo das Histórias ao invés de dar a eles um espaço para sobreviverem e talvez, se fortalecerem. "As histórias acabam sem vilões. Não é isso? Sequer Merlin poderia ser quem é, se não tivesse um opositor." Era como Coringa e Batman em seu mundo, por exemplo. Mas não faria a comparação com Hans, pois teria que perder tempo explicando a referência e não estava interessada em tanto. "Você prefere estar aqui ou em Malvatopia?" Uma possibilidade havia passado pela mente de Leyla naquele momento, a depender da resposta que receberia. "E ao que parece, também sequer é seu aniversário, certo?" Perguntou de forma bem humorada, ao fazer referência ao seu questionamento de minutos atrás. "Mas acho que devemos ir comer o bolo na sua casa agora. O que me diz?" Aproximou-se um passo dele. "Ou ainda tem preces a fazer para Merlin? Um quarto novo em Malvatopia, talvez?"

[valentincflores]

starter for: @leylayilmz location: golden hour for the halloween party

Val and Leyla had gotten separated earlier in the night as they'd both been pulled in different directions. It had been a while now and when Val spotted her best friend on the other side of the bar, the alcohol in her system which always made her a little overly affectionate, had her feeling far too eager to check in with her best friend.

"Have I told you yet what a creative genius you are for thinking of this costume? I swear I've gotten a zillion compliments tonight!" she grinned as she threw her arm around Leyla's waist. It took her a second longer than it should have to pick up that something wasn't right with her bestie though. "What's wrong?" she asked, brows coming together as she quickly managed to sober up, a bit.

[papaflynn]

Saturday, March 30th - Paradise Hotel ➟ @leylayilmz

When Callum saw Leyla, he watched on for a moment with pride. The single mum was glowing and everyone in the place was sure to be head over heels for her. Not that that mattered. He was proud because he knew her. How hard she worked and she deserved a night like this. "I barely recognised ya' there without flour on your cheeks," he joked as he walked up behind her. "You enjoying the night?"

[sapphircd]

"i  cannot  speak  for  the  others  and  neither  do  I  feel  like  they  would  appreciate  my  words,"  she  mumbles  her  reply,  finger  fiddling  in  the  cloth  of  her  dress  at  the  topic.  she  could  understand  how  her  winged  friend  was  a  threat  to  others,  that  their  fire  could  cause  havoc  amongst  people,  and  more  than  anything  fear.  however,  fear  was  a  relative  term  as  people  could  inflict  worse  upon  one  another  than  any  beast  in  the  kingdoms.  "it  is  nice  to  meet  you  lady  leyla."  she  replied  and  gave  a  kind  and  courteous  bow.  she  should've  answered  her  question  about  the  dragons  and  their  personalities  ⸻  but  a  part  of  maesella  decided  not  to.  their  secrets  weren't  hers  to  share  and  she  was  but  lucky  to  have  a  friend  in  Nithe.  "i  hope  the  celebrations  have  been  to  your  liking?" 

 she  would  think  a  bit  of  information  about  the  dragons,  at  least  facts  spoken  in  a  positive  light,  could  prove  helpful  in  an  effort  to  quell  public  fears  about  them.  perhaps  there  is  nothing  joyous  enough  to  boast  about  where  the  beasts  are  concerned.  one's  distance  was  best  kept  from  something  like  that,  knowing  satisfied  curiosity  was  not  worth  a  face  to  face  meeting  with  such  a  dangerous  creature.  "  i  doubt  that,  "  leyla  is  honest  with  her  answer,  though  there  is  no  offense  intended.  "  the  public  will  always  have  something  to  fear  from  them  because  they  are  not  of  valyrian  blood.  or,  are  some  of  the  dragons  more  social  than  others  ?  "  a  lighthearted  joke  more  than  anything  else,  she  echoed  the  lady's  smile.  her  name  had  not  been  lost  because  it  had  not  been  given.  "  you  may  -  my  name  is  leyla,  of  house  oakheart.  i  suppose  it  is  only  fair  we  are  both  acquainted...  it  is  nice  to  meet  you,  lady  maesella.  "

[fanficsbyme-causeimgay]

Disclaimer: Image this in the Van Helsing werewolf design, please. I love that movie.

Imagine, if you will, the full moon.

Now— you were never superstitious or believed in the supernatural, but when it is running at you on all fours in the darkness of the street, with sharp white teeth and with a single red glowing eye? Then, you do believe in the supernatural. So you do the sensible thing: You forget about putting the trash out, closes the door, and says, "Nope!" Before simply locking all doors and windows.

You stay in your room, door locked and under the blankets, just to make sure nothing bad could get you— After all, monsters don't fuck with you if you got a blanket on, that's the rules! You ignore the weird whining sounds and the weird scratching sounds, and fear gives way to tiredness once the adrenaline fades away.

You wake up the next day, believing the whole thing to be a nightmare, a figment of your masochistic mind paying tricks on you.

Werewolves don't exist!

But neighbors do. And you got a new one!

The first time you met was just a tiny little bit surprising, but normal when context was given— His dog ran into your porch. He had this beautiful Black Labrador that had a harness that read [Service Dog] on it, and her collar had [Leyla] written on it. And she was looking for something? She was sniffing everything around. Apparently, she was a new dog and was still being trained, which explained a lot about her behavior.

"Oh, hi- I apologize for Leyla!" He was tall. Definitely taller than you. Maybe 6'6? The most striking thing about his appearance was the eyepatch on his left eye, a plain black one. He walked with a limp and had a darkish green jacket over a plain white shirt and tight shorts. "I'm your new neighbor, Kata." And oh, his voice was just like the best thing you've heard - It was beautiful.

You soon find out that he used to be in the military. He worked closely with the K-9 bomb-sniffing unit to help clean the fields, and sadly, a newly trained dog missed one of the bombs, which led to his incident. He seemed pretty open and sincere when speaking about his experience as a veteran, not shy to express and answer your questions even going further and above.

When asked why, he simply answered: "You just wanted to learn more about me, so I taught you more." With a smile that was, honestly, quite breath taking.

Regardless of your little interactions, nothing seemed to be going on - much to your dismay - because he was clearly very hot and showed interest in you. Maybe it was the "don't ask don't tell" thing that the military has? You felt silly thinking about it, mostly because he never showed clear interest, so you decided not to assume anything of it.

In truth, however, he was unhealthy obsessed with you. He was constantly spending hours of his day listening to your breathing, to your heartbeat, to your little noises that you weren't even aware you made! Did you know you have this habit of clicking your tongue when you're playing games and sometimes something you didn't want to happen happens? Did you know you hum the sound of commercial jingles sometimes? Did you know that when you're asleep, you're quite vocal about your dreams, even if what you're saying doesn't make any sense? Did you know you smell like soft petrichor mixed with tulips and brown sugar when you're relaxed? Did you know he likes to watch you sleep from the window? Did you know that sometimes he breaks into your room while you're asleep and just stands beside you? Did you know he can't control it?

It's in his very nature.

Like humans can't help but breathe, tell stories, eat, and lie - Werewolves can't help but obsess over their Mates. Their Soulmates. Their one and only. Their destined - Call it what you will, but he loves you in ways you can't ever hope to understand... He wants you so badly, you should be happy he isn't laying it thick on you, that he is controlling himself to not jump you and fuck you everywhere, that-

Oh.

The full moon is here.

It happened really easily. You were asleep when you heard a pretty clear and rough sound of snoring, alongside the heavy weight of an arm on you, a weird, smooth, and wet sensation on your neck, and the heat of a body hugging you from behind. You couldn't move your body. Was this sleep paralysis? You look down and see arms of black fur holding you tight, and although you're confused, your mind finds reason: This is just a dream.

Oh, a dream! Of course this is a dream.

You huff... This might not be the exact first time you've dreamed of a big werewolf man and probably won't be the last! What? They're hot!

What was hotter, however, was waking up with a naked man in your bed. It was a shock at first, mostly because you're pretty sure you didn't have Kata sleeping in your bed last night...? Right? Was the dream about the werewolf his brain making up something to summarize or excuse Kata's presence in his bed? Dreams do that sometimes... But hey, looking at that dick was more than enough to make you forget about his presence for a few moments - It was, uhm, quite big.

"My eyes are up here..." His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and like his tone of voice, he was looking very smugly at you: "Well, eye. Singular." He chuckled at his own words, poiting at his lack of eye - In fact, an unnaturally dark hole was there, almost like darkness originated from it.

You ask him what he is doing in your bed. Naked as the day he was born - but much, much hotter (and legal!)

And that is when he drops the ball.

So... as it turns out, werewolves are real... And they soulmates, and you are Kata's soulmate... Although overwhelmed at first, curiosity overwhelms you because of the fucking implications. What else is real? Magic? Fairies? Wizards!? Do they go to walmart!? Also, do werewolves follow normal wolf biology - Can they smell really far, hear really well, and do they mate for life too? And, also, do they have knots? As a rather curious person, you asked them.

"Well... I can show you." He replied, taking your hand for a moment and hesitating: "I-if you want?" He was rather nervous - the truth is, although he seemed confident, he was quite nervous. A wolf needs to be strong for their Mate. What about him? He is crippled. He is weak. He isn't good enough...

"...show me." Although a bit oblivious to flirting, you wouldn't say no to this.

As it turns out, werewolves do, in fact, have knots. And they can knot even in human form!

[shitsndgiggs]

Can you write a fanfic about arda güler?? Like maybe where its Valentines Day and they go out picnicking in istanbul and she wears a cute long dress with flowers on it and he gets her like presents or flowers that match her dress. Also i dont mind if its like friends to lovers where he confesses the same day or if theyre already together (maybe for some months) You could add some info or some other ideas i dont mind this is just a randon thought of me!! Thank youu. ♡

VALENTINES DAY - ARDA GÜLER

Spending Valentine’s Day with your lovely boyfriend

Arda Güler x fem! reader

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Valentine's Day in Istanbul felt like something out of a dream. The sun bathed everything in a golden light, and the breeze was just strong enough to make the leaves rustle softly in the trees.

Arda and I had decided to spend the day picnicking by the Bosphorus, finding the perfect spot under a large tree with a view of the shimmering water and the distant, bustling city.

I wore a long, floral dress that flowed in the breeze, the colors reminding me of the flowers that had just begun to bloom.

Arda, always so thoughtful, had brought me a bouquet of flowers that matched my dress almost perfectly.

When he handed them to me, his shy smile made my heart skip a beat. Even after dating for a few months, we both still got a little nervous around each other, which made everything feel even more special.

We spread out the picnic blanket and shared food, talking softly and laughing at little jokes. The air was filled with the sounds of distant chatter and the occasional laughter from people walking nearby.

Every now and then, I’d catch Arda looking at me, his gaze warm and a little bashful. Whenever I caught him, he’d quickly glance away, his cheeks turning just the faintest shade of pink.

It was endearing how someone so confident on the football field could be so adorably shy with me.

As we sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company, I noticed a small girl running toward us from the nearby park. She was maybe five or six years old, her dark hair bouncing with each step.

She had a determined look on her face as she clutched a tiny flower in her hand, one that looked like it had just been picked from the ground.

She came to a stop right in front of me, her wide eyes filled with awe as she stared at me. For a moment, she simply stood there, as if gathering the courage to say what was on her mind.

Then, with a burst of confidence, she stepped closer and held out the flower to me.

“For you,” she said, her voice sweet and clear. “You’re so pretty…like a princess.”

I felt my heart melt at her words, a smile spreading across my face. “Thank you so much,” I said softly, taking the flower from her with gentle hands. “You’re so sweet. What’s your name?”

“Leyla,” she replied proudly, her small chest puffing up a bit as she said it. She seemed to look at me with such admiration, as if I really was the princess she thought I was.

“Well, Leyla, this is the most beautiful flower I’ve ever received,” I told her sincerely, holding the tiny flower up to my face and pretending to smell it, even though it had no real scent. “And you know what? You’re like a little princess too.”

Leyla’s eyes lit up at that, and she giggled with delight. Then, with a conspiratorial look on her face, she leaned in close to me and, in a loud whisper, asked, “Is he your prince?”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly, my eyes flicking over to Arda, who was watching us with an amused and affectionate smile. “Yes, he is,” I whispered back to her, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.

Leyla’s grin grew even wider, and she nodded as if she had just confirmed something very important. “He’s really handsome,” she whispered again, her little voice full of seriousness. “You picked a good one.”

I bit back another laugh, touched by her innocent honesty. “I think you’re right,” I whispered back, glancing at Arda again.

He was clearly enjoying this little interaction, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

Leyla, satisfied with my answer, then took another look at Arda before turning back to me. “You’re really lucky. Princes are supposed to take care of their princesses. And I think he’ll take good care of you.”

I felt a swell of emotion at her words, so pure and sincere. “He does,” I said softly, my voice full of affection. “And I’ll take good care of him too.”

Just then, Leyla’s mother caught up to her, a mixture of embarrassment and apology on her face. “I’m so sorry,” she said, gently taking Leyla’s hand. “She’s very curious and loves talking to new people.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” I reassured her, still smiling. “She just made our day.”

Leyla looked up at me one last time and gave me a big, toothy smile. “Bye, princess!” she called out as her mother led her away.

“Bye, Leyla,” I called back, waving as she skipped away, still holding onto her mother’s hand.

As they walked off, I turned back to Arda, who had been watching the whole exchange with a soft smile on his face.

There was something in his eyes, a look that spoke of love and warmth, a look that made my heart swell.

“She’s got a good eye,” Arda teased gently, leaning in just a little closer.

“She does,” I agreed, my voice filled with warmth. “She’s smart, that one.”

Arda reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering as he looked at me with such tenderness. “I think I’m the lucky one here,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

I felt a rush of emotion, and suddenly, the world around us seemed to fade away. It was just the two of us, sitting by the Bosphorus, the flowers in my hand, and a love that felt like it was growing stronger with each passing day.