Hey! Can I request Kenan Yildiz x reader where he has been teaching the reader Turkish since they started dating, but she has always struggled but she surprise him at their wedding by saying her vows in Turkish! Have a lovely day
Pairing:Kenan Yıldız x Reader
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A/n:hii, my loves!! 🥹just a tiny note before you read—i had a little help from my dear friend Google Translate with the Turkish parts, so if you're fluent and notice anything, please be kind. 🤍also... this one made me tear up a little. maybe. maybe not. 😭
“Y/N, you’re overthinking again.”
You glance up from where you’re sitting in front of the mirror, one hand still clutching your bouquet like it might somehow keep you grounded. “I am not overthinking.”
Kenan, already in his suit and looking unfairly calm for someone who is about to get married in less than an hour, leans against the doorway with a slow smile.
“You’ve checked your veil three times,” he says. “And you’ve asked me if your lipstick is smudged six.”
You let out a breath that sounds suspiciously like a laugh. “That is called being careful.”
“That is called panicking.”
Kenan pushes off the doorway and walks over to you, his tie still not perfectly straight because, of course, he had tried to fix it himself and failed. He stops right in front of you, looking down at you with that soft, steady expression that still makes your stomach flip no matter how long you’ve been together.
“You’re marrying me,” he says gently. “You do not need to be careful anymore.”
You stare at him. “That is not comforting.”
He smiles. “It should be.”
You shake your head, trying not to grin too hard because if you do, you know you will start crying again, and you already cried twice that morning for reasons you could not fully explain to anyone. Once because your dress was beautiful. Once because Kenan’s mother hugged you and said, very quietly, that you looked like family already.
Now you are here, one hour from walking down the aisle, and your heart feels too big for your chest.
Kenan reaches out and takes your hands. “Breathe.”
You do, though it comes out shaky.
He watches your face carefully. “What is it?”
You hesitate. “I just… keep thinking about how long we’ve been together. How much has changed.”
His expression softens immediately.
“You mean Turkish lessons?” he asks, teasing lightly.
You groan, because of course he would bring that up now. “Do not start.”
Kenan laughs under his breath. “I’m only saying.”
You squeeze his hands. “I have tried so hard.”
“And I still mess it up.”
“You do,” he agrees, far too easily.
You glare at him. “Kenan.”
He raises both eyebrows, pretending innocence. “What? You do.”
“I know you’re not helping.”
“I know.” He steps closer and kisses your forehead, lingering just long enough to calm the storm in your chest. “But you have always been trying. That matters more.”
You look up at him, and for a second the nerves settle enough that all you can feel is him,warm, familiar, steady. The boy who had taught you how to say simple phrases in Turkish when you first started dating. The same boy who had laughed when you mixed up words, then kissed you on the nose and said it was cute. The same man who had sat across from you at dinner and patiently corrected your pronunciation with such gentle pride that it never felt like a lesson, only love.
“I still can’t roll my r’s properly,” you mutter.
You laugh despite yourself, and he smiles like he has just won the lottery.
A knock at the door interrupts you, and his mother pokes her head in.
“Kenan,” she says softly, “they’re ready.”
He nods immediately, then turns back to you. “You okay?”
You take one last breath and nod. “I think so.”
Kenan’s eyes search yours. “You don’t have to impress anyone.”
“You just have to get to me.”
That makes your throat tighten.
“I can do that,” you whisper.
His smile turns soft and almost unbearably sweet. “I know you can.”
Then, just before he leaves, he touches your cheek and says in a quiet voice, “Ne olursa olsun, seni seviyorum.” No matter what, I love you.
You blink, because you understand it perfectly.Your chest squeezes so hard you can barely answer.
“Ben de seni seviyorum,” you say back, carefully, softly.I love you too
He goes still for a second, clearly touched that you said it without stumbling.
Then his smile grows wider, and he looks at you like you’ve already won.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, before stepping out of the room.
The ceremony is everything and nothing like you expected.
It’s beautiful, of course. Warm light. Soft music. Flowers everywhere. His family looking proud, your own heart threatening to burst every time you glance toward the aisle. And then there is Kenan at the front, handsome and steady, looking at you like he’s trying not to cry already.
You almost lose it right there.
Your father walks you down the aisle, but you barely hear anything except your pulse and the tiny, calming sound of your own breathing. When you reach Kenan, he takes your hands like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
You laugh under your breath. “Hi.”
He looks at you like you’re the only person in the entire garden. “You look unreal.”
You mouth, “So do you,” because if you actually say it, you might not make it through the vows.
The officiant begins speaking, and the words blur into something soft and beautiful in the background. You hear pieces of it. Your names. Promises. Love. A future. Every now and then you glance down at Kenan’s hands, warm around yours, and you realize you’re not nervous anymore.
Full of him. Full of the people around you. Full of all the years that brought you here.
Then it is time for the vows.
Your pulse jumps, but Kenan’s thumb brushes over your knuckles once, grounding you immediately.
The officiant gestures gently. “Kenan, you may begin.”
Kenan inhales and smiles at you like the whole world has disappeared except for the two of you.
“Y/N,” he says, voice clear and steady, “when I met you, I didn’t know that loving someone could feel so natural. I didn’t know that one person could become home.”
Your eyes sting immediately.
He keeps going, gaze locked on yours.
“You came into my life and made everything softer. You made me laugh when I didn’t want to. You made me patient when I was never patient. You made me want to be better, not for anyone else, just because you were there.”
You sniff quietly, and he smiles a little before continuing.
“I promise to love you honestly. To protect you. To choose you every day. Even on the hard days. Especially on the hard days.”
Your heart aches in the sweetest way.
Kenan swallows, then finishes softly. “And I promise to keep learning you, because I think that is the best part. There is always more of you to love.”
By now, you are already fighting tears.
The officiant turns to you. “Y/N.”
You look down for one second, take a breath, then look back at Kenan.
He is smiling at you, but there is something in his eyes too. A quiet expectation. Not pressure. Just trust. He has no idea what you are about to do.
For months, he had taught you Turkish in tiny pieces. At breakfast. In the car. On the couch while one of you was half asleep and the other one was patiently repeating words. You had struggled with it more than you ever admitted. The grammar, the pronunciation, the little sounds that never came out the way you wanted. You had complained more than once that you would never get it right.
And Kenan had always told you the same thing.
“You don’t have to be perfect. Just keep trying.”
Now you are trying one last time.
Then, before anyone can stop you, you start speaking.
“Kenan,” you say in Turkish, slowly but clearly, “seni sevdiğimde, hayatımın en güzel kararını verdiğimi biliyordum.”When I loved you, I knew I had made the best decision of my life.
The entire area seems to go quiet.
You keep going, your voice trembling only a little now.
“Sen bana sabrı öğrettin. Güveni öğrettin. Ev demenin bir yer değil, bir insan olduğunu öğrettin.”You taught me patience. You taught me trust. You taught me that home isn't just a place, it's a person.
Kenan’s mouth parts slightly. His eyes are fixed on you, unblinking.
You swallow and continue.
“Seninle birlikte gülmek, seninle birlikte susmak, seninle birlikte yaşamak… bunların hepsi benim için büyük bir mutluluk oldu.” Laughing with you, being silent with you, living life with you… all of these have been a great joy for me.
His eyes are shining now.
You can hear a tiny gasp from somewhere in the front row, probably his mother, but you do not look away from Kenan.
He looks like he cannot breathe.
You keep speaking, voice softer now but steadier than you thought possible.
“Sana her zaman mükemmel olacağımı söz veremem. Ama sana her zaman dürüst olacağımı, seni her zaman seveceğimi ve her gün seni yeniden seçeceğimi söz verebilirim.” I can't promise you I'll always be perfect. But I can promise you I'll always be honest, I'll always love you, and I'll choose you again every day.
Kenan’s eyes fill completely, and that makes your own tears spill over too.
You take one last breath and finish, barely above a whisper.
“Sen benim kalbimsin. Ve bugün, tüm kalbimle, sana evet diyorum.” You are my heart. And today, with all my heart, I say yes to you.
There is a moment of perfect silence.
It is not a dramatic sob, not at first. It is a stunned, emotional laugh that cracks halfway into a breath he clearly cannot control. He blinks hard, looking at you like he is trying to understand how you kept that from him for so long.
“Y/N,” he whispers, voice wrecked already.
You laugh through your own tears. “Yes?”
He shakes his head once, still staring at you. “You,” He stops, exhales, then tries again. “You did not tell me.”
You smile, crying now openly. “It was a surprise.”
His mother is definitely crying now. So is yours. And Kenan’s father looks like he is trying very hard not to, which means he absolutely is.
The officiant smiles softly, clearly moved, and continues the ceremony, but Kenan looks like he has only half a clue what is happening now because he is still staring at you like you have rewritten his entire life.
When it is finally time for the rings, his hand shakes just enough that you notice. You smile at him through tears.
Kenan gives a tiny, broken laugh. “You stole my line.”
He slides the ring onto your finger carefully, then squeezes your hand like he needs to make sure you are real.
When it is your turn, you do the same, and when the rings are finally in place, the officiant announces the words you have both been waiting for.
“You may kiss the bride.”
He kisses you like he has been waiting his whole life to hear that sentence. Like the Turkish lessons, the years, the nerves, the secrets, the laughter, the mistakes, the trying,all of it has finally led here. His hands cradle your face, and when he pulls back, you are both smiling through tears.
“Did you just surprise me at our wedding?” he whispers, incredulous.
You laugh, breathless. “Maybe.”
He shakes his head, still smiling so hard it looks almost painful. “You are unbelievable.”
“You taught me Turkish for months,” you whisper back. “I wanted to use it properly.”
His eyes soften again, and he laughs once more, this time full and warm and completely wrecked.
“I am never surviving this.”
You touch his cheek gently. “Yes, you are.”
He leans into your hand, then murmurs in Turkish so softly only you can hear it.
“Hayatımın en güzel günü bu.”This is the most beautiful day of my life.
Your heart nearly melts on the spot.
You smile through tears. “Really?”
Kenan kisses your forehead. “You said my vows in Turkish in front of everyone. What do you think?”
You laugh, and he does too, still looking at you like he cannot believe this is real.
The guests cheer, the music starts up again, and somewhere behind you everyone begins clapping and crying and smiling at once.
But all you can feel is Kenan’s hand in yours and the way he is looking at you like you are still, somehow, the greatest surprise of his life.
And maybe that is what love has always been between you.
Just the two of you, learning each other’s language until one day, in the middle of your wedding, you finally speak the same one.
