#ayaz

[ozgur-ce]

Bendeniz gittim size elma yanaklı elmasever bir minnoş bıraktım gününüz güzel geçsin 🥰🍎❤️ Ankara'nın ayazı işte böyle yapıyor insanı, kolaysa sarma atkını fularını 🧤🧣❄️🧊🥶

Sizin orda havalar nasıl kaç derece 😁 ve bu postu gördüğünüz zaman saat kaç merak ettim hadi yoruma 🥰🫶

Dipnot: uçtu gitti değişti video 😁

#Soğuk #ayaz #Kar #Kış #kıyamet #positivity #funny #apple #Elma

[ayazblog]

Bloğumun amacı gerçekleşti sanırsam

#ömer ege zorlu #spotify #enkazaltındakiler #izmiregededir #beyzaalkoc #izmiregenindir #egeizmirindir #authors #anonim #ayaz #izmirveege #izmirinegesi #izmir aksoy #egeninincisi #egeninizmiri #egeninışıkları

[dt75artblog]

every friend group got the crusader whose beliefs have become so separated from the teachings of their god that their morals have become twisted and unrecognizable.

#oc #ayaz #v3 #vitreus versus vitriol #sea snail #knight #crusader

[kumsal-thingss]

Modum düştüğünde yükseltmek için dinlediğim parçaların başında geliyor kendileri.

O zaman "gel bi ya"

🖤

#ayaz #dinlediklerim #muzik #Youtube

[erdogan-nevra]

Left Behind

Date: March 16th and beyond

Locations: London, Porto

Medea was silent in the chair next to her. Or as next to her as she could be as they were in separate pods across the aisle. She doubted the woman wanted to talk but even if she did, it would have been drowned out by the constant thrum of the airplane.

Nevra had never demanded anything from the Rutherfords in the entirety of her employment. They likely would have given her whatever she asked for, within reason, but she had never taken advantage of that. Advantage of their generosity and what giving it to people meant. Most would mistake it for loyalty or comradeship. A chance to tell the people who worked for them that they cared when really it was a chance to show the rest of the world how much fucking money they had. 

Fine, let them throw it around. The eleven hour flight would be more bearable in first class. 

~

“Wait, I’m coming. Wait, wait!” The knock had been soft at first but grew the longer she took to disentangle herself from her blanket cocoon on the couch. The hallways of her little cottage was already narrow and when Sabir zigged the same time she did, Nevra found her knees slamming to the carpet. She shook her head and nudged the dog away, talking loudly before she even opened the door. 

“I didn’t think you’d come thi-”

Ayaz. Not who she’d expected to see but Nevra smiled nonetheless. Maybe he’d remembered her birthday as well and was bored enough to come wish her so in person. She crossed her arms and put on a small pout. 

“I hope my present is hiding somewhere in your coat because I don’t see one and I’ll be honest, if you didn’t get me anything, I might just cry.”

It took her three more beats to understand that he wasn’t there to wish her a happy birthday. 

What was that look on his face? 

“Ayaz?”

“Nev, let’s go inside.” 

She didn’t know why but her heart started racing as he put a hand on her back and shut the door behind them. 

~

We will be landing in Porto Velho in twenty minutes. Please have your arrival card and any items to declare ready and in hand.  

She could feel Medea’s side eye and decided to ignore it. Neither were traveling as their namesake and both had only a carry on. A few changes of clothes was all that was needed for this trip. 

The plane rolled into port with a soft bump. Nevra was on her feet in seconds. 

“Easy there.” Medea’s voice snaked through her consciousness, squeezing uncomfortably, suffocating her with its very presence. 

Ayaz had suggested the woman come with her and when Nevra had told him she didn’t need a babysitter, he shrugged. Yet her arrival at Heathrow and the sight of his ex-wife told Nevra enough. They didn’t trust her, not right now. Not with-

Nevra smiled at the customs worker. When they’d gotten off the plane and ended up here was beyond her. Everything blurred together now. “No, nothing to declare. Just here for a business trip.” Her face remained calm and inviting. Learning to play different parts had been one of the main skills she’d learned as an assassin. She’d never imagined she’d be using it in her daily life just to reassure people she wasn’t going to throw herself off a bridge. 

Medea was next to her again. The Turk could feel her resisting the urge to take her elbow and guide her to the car that was waiting outside. Both women knew what would happen if she touched Nevra. She’d practically bit her head off at Heathrow to prove it. So unlike her. Then again, none of her actions had been like her the past few days. 

What would he think of it all?

~

“Nevra, did you hear what I said?”

Dead. 

Dead. 

Dead.

The snap of fingers echoed in the air. 

The person she’d chosen to love was dead. 

The person who had chosen to love her was dead. 

He was dead. 

Fingers wrapped around her wrists, pressure building each moment she kept silent. 

She had always been the one to leave when things came down to it. Her community, her friends, her fiancé. Nevra always made the choice. It never made it any easier but she had always been in control of who entered and left her life. That way she always knew who to blame when those horrible days eventually showed their faces. 

Who could she blame for this? 

Not herself. 

The drug dealer? Absolutely.

The women and men who joined him for god knows how long until he’d been the unfortunate victim of a bad batch? Sure.

Kerem and his anger, his unfuckingreasonable anger toward their situation? If she tried hard enough. 

Not herself though. 

But Berat…

“Nevra, come back.”

No, she would never, could never blame him. She had chosen him and she wouldn’t blame that person. Even if-

So now she was the one left behind and god did it fucking suck. A harsh laugh escaped her lips. She finally noticed Ayaz and saw the look of concern at her outburst.

~

Blood splattered her face as the assassin pulled the trigger of the gun resting at the base of the man’s skull. It was messier than normal but he hadn’t come quietly and she was pissed off enough not to care. Medea on the other hand looked less than pleased. Blood also splattered the toes of her shoes. She took one look at Nevra’s blood covered face and audibly exhaled through her nose. 

“At least you used a silencer.” She could barely hear the words over the roaring in her head and the sounds of passing cars on the street at the end of the alley.

A burner phone appeared in the older woman’s hand. A quick picture and a moment before confirmation before she tossed it into a barrel, followed by a lit match. A tiny part of Nevra wanted to burn the dead man as well but that wasn’t the job. This job was finished. 

She took out her own phone and pressed the name at the top. Three rings before it picked up. Time difference, right. He wouldn’t care though, not really. 

“Another one.” 

Ayaz sighed on the other line and he kept silent for a moment, no doubt debating how long he should indulge her desire to lose herself. 

“There’s a woman in Launceston…”

~

“You’re sure? No possibility you’re wrong?” Her throat felt like she’d eaten a handful of gravel. She felt her hands begin to shake in Ayaz’s grip. A shake of his head and a slight bow but he never averted her eyes. Never severed that last tether of support she needed. 

Nevra looked toward the front door and slowly allowed the realization that Berat would never walk through it again to wash over her. How was she supposed to get through everything without him? 

They’d talked for hours and nights on end of how it had been so simple to choose each other. How, once they’d said screw it and thrown caution to the wind, life had been so much happier. Their happiness had been a choice, her choice. 

This was not her choice. 

This is what it felt like to be left behind. 

If he was going to leave her behind, then she was going to leave everyone else behind too.

“Give me a job.” 

It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t said in anger or sadness or despair. It wasn’t a want but a need.

It looked like he was going to refuse her so she shook her head. No, don’t stop me.

“Give me a job.” 

~

The second plane was just as comfortable as the first had been. First class again, only this time Medea had done something unexpected. She’d bought out the entire first class. Nevra knew she was standing at the back of the area talking to the hostesses. She didn’t care what she was telling them. No one bothered her though. 

As the woman settled in the back, the Turk settled in the front. Maybe her babysitter had gone through what Nevra was going through. Maybe she expected her to use the privacy to break down and cry or throw a tantrum or let all hell loose. Nevra intended on refraining from each one of those things. 

If she was going to cry it would be on her own terms. Her grief would be her choice. Everything from here on out would be controlled by her because fuck this feeling. A better person would have taken the opportunity to understand, this was how she’d made other people in her life feel. Before, she would have been that better person. 

Now she wasn’t and didn’t care to be. 

Berat Yalaz would be the last person who would make a choice for her and the last person to leave her behind. 

The thought made her sigh.

#self para #the reason she's not at the awards #berat #ayaz #medea #I cried a bit

[garfunklyy]

Regretevator oc woah?? Holy fart! He's mega freezer burnt ice cream that um. Yeah 0 clue how he gained life still gotta work on that but he used to be vanilla flavored before the freezer burn ❤ he appears in hc ice cream and umm he's super slow cuz of the cold :3

#drawing #art #oc #regretevator #roblox #regretevator oc #ayaz

[amansizfirtina88]

Ben hayatımın ayazında savruldum

#Hayat #ayaz #my post #postlarım #savrulmak #müzik #spotify #aşk #müzik önerileri #müz #acı #edebiyat #keder #müzik kutusu #müzik alıntıları #şarkı önerileri #SoundCloud

[eleanorxshipley]

For: @ayaz--ates

Awards After Party.

Eleanor was out of the loop quite often when it came to most things entailing the feuding families of London. It was probably safer that way. In lieu of recent news though, she was worried about Ayaz. The worst he could do was push her away.

"Hey." Her greeting was soft, tentative. "Just wanted to check in on you. It's been a while since we talked."

#ayaz #2024mobawards #after party

[letalisvoluptas]

Ankara ayazında bile üşümemiştim hiç.

Isınmak istedim, kendimi yaktım.

Üşümem sandım, kül oldum.

#gece #korku #ankara #soğuk sessizlik #siyah kadar yalniz #yalnızlık #ölüm #acı #ruhun yalnızlığı #ayaz #yanmak

[memeegurmesii]

Günaydınnn uyandınız mı Ankara ayazına

#postlarım #tumblr postları #ankara #günaydın #Ayaz

[muratmesutfan]

Kış ayazında sokak ortasında kalmış bir kedi gibi ruhum. Hangi kapı açılıp içeri alsalar, itiraz edemeyecek kadar yorgunum...

Murat Mesut

#murat mesut #ayaz

[felekk]

#ayaz #elden ele #felek #SoundCloud

[ayazblog]

Aysel git başımdan ben sama göre değilim

Ölümüm birden olacak seziyorum

Hem kötüyüm karanlığım biraz cirkinim

Aysel git başımdan seni seviyorum

Atilla İlhan

#atilla ilhan #aysel git başımdan #şiirsokakta #şiirheryerde #aşk sözü #speeed #spotify #enkazaltındakiler #ömer ege zorlu #izmiregededir #izmiregenindir #beyzaalkoc #anonim #egeizmirindir #authors #egeninizmiri #ayazblog #ayaz

[cheyla-v]

Ayaz Iner

Rank: None

Element: Earth

Creature: Phoelix

Other Details: Yara’s significant other

#Character Post #Our Screaming Souls #Burning Day #Ayaz

[kumsal-thingss]

YouTube'da "Ayaz Erdoğan - Nasip" videosunu izleyin

🖤

#ayaz #nasip #gece ve müzik #müzikkeyfi #Youtube

[erdogan-nevra]

Date/Time: Early hours of April 2nd (big flashback)

Location: Berat’s Apartment

The speed with which the two Turks had exited the after-party yacht and insulated themselves in Haringey was a feat even Nevra was impressed by. The corner of the boat they had carved out for themselves only allowed for so much intimacy and neither had been willing to part ways once they’d reached land. 

The night passed in what Nevra could only describe as happiness. She didn’t get to see Berat often, through no fault but their own. The gravity was not lost on her. Choosing each other meant choosing to hide and though she wasn’t a coward, keeping Berat safe trumped what little dignity the assassin had left. 

She stared at him now. What she really wanted was to wake him up and pepper him with more kisses but the look behind his eyes earlier spoke of a different kind of exhaustion. Nazli was still in prison. He wouldn’t talk about it with her but Nevra knew it was eating him alive. The woman was everything to him. Her asking about it, when her own boss had been the one to put Nazli there...Nevra knew when to let sleeping dogs lie. 

“You’re up.” 

The groggy timbre of Berat’s voice anchored her thoughts, having been so lost in them she hadn’t noticed him looking back at her. 

“I didn’t want to wake you. I just wanted to look at you a bit more.” 

For being the ruthless people they could be, they were oddly innocent with each other. Their actions were never rushed, each one intentional and clear. It was the sort of closeness Nevra hadn’t felt since Kerem. This was different though. 

She leaned into his chest and pressed a kiss on the edge of his lips. 

“Have I told you lately how happy I am with you? I haven’t felt this calm in years.” 

Nevra would have showered him in sweet nothings the rest of the night had her phone not buzzed. 

One. Two. Three. Four.

There were too many texts to ignore. 

Ayaz: We have a problem.

Ayaz: Meet me in an hour.

Ayaz: You’re needed.

Ayaz: Aurélie St. Clair is dead. 

The phone dropped out of her hand onto the bed. Berat eyed it and she could tell he wanted to read it. A single nod from her was all he needed. The look on his face morphed into one that mirrored her own of pure shock.

She dressed in silence all the while feeling his eyes on her back. They didn’t talk about what she did for the Rutherfords or what he did for the Turks. They had decided not to let their jobs affect their private lives. This though...this was something else entirely. A vacuum had just opened up in London and everything would be racing to fill it. 

Securing one of Berat’s baseball caps on her head, Nevra turned to look at him. I’m sorry, she mouthed before sitting on his leg and kissing him. She wasn’t leaving him for them, he had to know that but she couldn’t say no either. 

“Stay safe, I’ll call when I can.” 

Another kiss and Nevra was out the door. 

Aurélie St. Clair was dead and things were about to get very messy.   

#flashback #self para #april 2nd #just wanted this on my page for reference #berat #ayaz